[He resented the fact that he would have to stand around until Silco decided to move. He resented more that the man was here and he couldn't just give him a black eye and walk away. It was the least of what Silco deserved after that train debacle, and he should have...
Janna there was so much more he could have done. There was so much more he should have done. He was behind on every turn here, there and everywhere, and it was beginning to frustrate him beneath the normally friendly face he wore. Instead, he had been dressed down by his own daughter... the world was falling to rancor.
He narrowed his eyes in disgust, not caring about the smoke blown in his face but throwing Pow-Jinx out there? He set his hands on his hips and shook his head, mean look melting to one of pity.]
That's your play? You're going to hide behind the name of a nineteen year old? Aren't you the adult in the room with her? [He leaned forward, into that dissipating cloud of cigar smoke.] You're frightened of her. Another pup on a leash that you dispense against your enemies but you don't have control, do you? Let's talk about that, shall we? Tell me how you honestly feel, Silco. Two dogs on a leash in your lifetime and both of them tried to kill you: one succeeded.
[It was unfair. All of his frustration, all of his anger, all of his impotence, all of the hurt, the grief, the sadness, the guilt. It all boiled up like an abscess, bursting in a fetid, infected discharge of sharpness. Vander knew him, knew which buttons to push with surgical accuracy to send Silco apocalyptic. He wanted it. He wanted the man to attack him, to stab, to...]
oh shit, things are REAL
Janna there was so much more he could have done. There was so much more he should have done. He was behind on every turn here, there and everywhere, and it was beginning to frustrate him beneath the normally friendly face he wore. Instead, he had been dressed down by his own daughter... the world was falling to rancor.
He narrowed his eyes in disgust, not caring about the smoke blown in his face but throwing Pow-Jinx out there? He set his hands on his hips and shook his head, mean look melting to one of pity.]
That's your play? You're going to hide behind the name of a nineteen year old? Aren't you the adult in the room with her? [He leaned forward, into that dissipating cloud of cigar smoke.] You're frightened of her. Another pup on a leash that you dispense against your enemies but you don't have control, do you? Let's talk about that, shall we? Tell me how you honestly feel, Silco. Two dogs on a leash in your lifetime and both of them tried to kill you: one succeeded.
[It was unfair. All of his frustration, all of his anger, all of his impotence, all of the hurt, the grief, the sadness, the guilt. It all boiled up like an abscess, bursting in a fetid, infected discharge of sharpness. Vander knew him, knew which buttons to push with surgical accuracy to send Silco apocalyptic. He wanted it. He wanted the man to attack him, to stab, to...]