Where the trust between Flint and Silver stemmed from, Vane could not begin to fathom. What he did know, was that whatever game Silver was playing he wanted no goddamn part of it. Just listening to him felt like a bad idea, but the only thing more dangerous than a man like Silver who thought he had some measure of control – was a man like that desperately seeking to regain it.
“And if what you propose is correct,” Indulgence, then, for now at least. “What do you expect me to do about it?”
“There is still time to run, if that suits you.” The words do not come from a point of malice or mockery – in fact, Theodore sounds understanding of the idea. He knows full well that this is a fight that will not end well, but such odds were not strange to him, either. He was not afraid of what was to come – for it would be a great adventure no matter how it ended, however bitter the fight itself may be.
However, not everyone saw things that way – in fact, Theodore knew full well that the way he looked at the world was queer and maybe even broken, somehow. He saw no reason why Silver should stay, if he felt this fight held a foregone conclusion he had no wish to bear witness to. Bravery was entirely subjective to perspective, after all.
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