[Unlike Idia, Cater doesn't flinch as Silver has his outburst--but it does inspire a reaction. His face goes flat, almost apathetic. When people get like this...when he gets like this, himself...it's just exhausting. He doesn't want to deal with this. Why can't anything ever just be simple?]

Okay.

[The silence, up until that point, felt electric in the worst kind of ways. Silver's frustration, the big and unaddressed something taking up the space between him and Idia. But Idia wasn't talking, and Silver was only going to get more upset. So, Cater figures, that puts it on him.]

So, what do you want us to do? What are you hoping for? 'Cause I promise you: we could talk about what-didn't-happen until our lungs gave out and it wouldn't change anything. I respect what you're trying to do but it really doesn't matter.