[ Silco's eyes watch her, carefully now. Because he's waiting for word. He doesn't have the information, and he needs the information. Silco has always been best behind the scenes, where he can take the information, and create a structure of plans and contingencies. Just like Jinx is saying, but there will be time for that. There has to be time for that.
She turns around, but there's the tightness, in her hand, in the way she moves, there's something wrong, he knows there is. Something different.
Too much has happened. Something is wrong. He knows it.
He doesn't dare speak it into existence.
She could leave, if he does.
But there's a knowing look in his eye, some thing, a rift that seems to be there where there wasn't before β at least before Vi resurfaced β and it feels like it's ever-growing. Silco hates it, he wants to just breach it and tug her back, but Jinx had always been free and stubborn. He couldn't just pull her back, no.
Silco likes problems. They are things he can solve (or make worse) and it turns in his head like a puzzle cube. Except there's another, more amorphous puzzle cube right next to it named Jinx. He may not have realized that she's doing this to distract him, but he knows something is wrong. Different. Not Right. ]
Don't worry, Jinx. [ He says, like it is the easiest thing for her to do. She doesn't have to worry, he'll do plenty of it for her. ] I'll come up with something. Somethings.
[ A tight smile. Strained. ] In the meantime, we're stuck here, regardless. Unless you can devise a way out.
[ If anybody could, it would be his daughter. (NO? SILCO?) ]
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She turns around, but there's the tightness, in her hand, in the way she moves, there's something wrong, he knows there is. Something different.
Too much has happened. Something is wrong. He knows it.
He doesn't dare speak it into existence.
She could leave, if he does.
But there's a knowing look in his eye, some thing, a rift that seems to be there where there wasn't before β at least before Vi resurfaced β and it feels like it's ever-growing. Silco hates it, he wants to just breach it and tug her back, but Jinx had always been free and stubborn. He couldn't just pull her back, no.
Silco likes problems. They are things he can solve (or make worse) and it turns in his head like a puzzle cube. Except there's another, more amorphous puzzle cube right next to it named Jinx. He may not have realized that she's doing this to distract him, but he knows something is wrong. Different. Not Right. ]
Don't worry, Jinx. [ He says, like it is the easiest thing for her to do. She doesn't have to worry, he'll do plenty of it for her. ] I'll come up with something. Somethings.
[ A tight smile. Strained. ] In the meantime, we're stuck here, regardless. Unless you can devise a way out.
[ If anybody could, it would be his daughter. (NO? SILCO?) ]