[Silver would have to be blind, deaf, and braindead not to see Idia's shutting down and Cater has a wall up that's nothing like the cheerful mask he wears. That's bad enough, but those words echo over and over in his head.
What are you hoping for?
It wouldn't change anything.
It really doesn't matter.
His hands, still flat on the table, start to tremble. The breathing he had calmed down grows quicker, rougher again.
I can't change anything.
It hits so close, too close to a wound that's still raw and unattended. He hasn't told anyone, he's keeping so many secrets, and the pressure is unbearable.
Everything always falls apart in the end.
His shoulders hitch and a few tears splatter onto the table.]
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What are you hoping for?
It wouldn't change anything.
It really doesn't matter.
His hands, still flat on the table, start to tremble. The breathing he had calmed down grows quicker, rougher again.
I can't change anything.
It hits so close, too close to a wound that's still raw and unattended. He hasn't told anyone, he's keeping so many secrets, and the pressure is unbearable.
Everything always falls apart in the end.
His shoulders hitch and a few tears splatter onto the table.]
I can't... lose another family....