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[At first, Silver isn't sure what Cater's talking about. But then he remembers what he said to the ginger boy after Cater returned from the Unbirthday Party, when Silver realized what had been taken from his friend. He hadn't thought Cater would be returning that compassion to him. Shameful, it's shameful that he couldn't contain his emotions the way he'd trained for. A knight is supposed to place others above himself.

But he's not a knight here, is he? He's a Submissive, expected to grovel rather than choosing to serve. Thank the Seven Idia isn't like many of the other Dominants. Still, that doesn't change the fact that Silver's role has changed in this city.

The truth is, he never wanted them to worry about him, not when they have their own fears. It has nothing to do with his training, only his gentle heart.]

... I don't want us to fight. We're... we're all we have. It's the one selfish wish I've made. [He leans heavily against Cater, reaching up to rest a hand over Idia's.] You're my family here. I don't... I can't let us fall apart.

[Silver seems so... together. Able to just adapt. So Idia can get what Cater is saying, of seeing it finally crack. Guess even the most level headed people could have it happen to them. Then again, losing a family member, being taken while that was happening... Idia's quiet as Cater spoke, as Silver started speaking. Yet as Silver said that...

Family.

Idia pulls his hand back. Away from Silver's hold. Taking it in his other hand. Taking a step back from... this. Family? Really? Ha! Yeah right... what really is the point of any connection here? Or ever? People leave. People die. What's the point in the end? Idia's brow dropping into a frown, caught up in his own thoughts rather than what all of this is. Whatever 'this' was. That conflict of having shoved in his face over and over again to make connections. That he 'needs' friends. And 'needs' connections. To survive this place.

Why?

Squeezing his eyes closed hard for a moment, Idia gives himself a mental slap. No. Stop. Don't fail Silver like you had Cater. Or more the fact, don't fail being their Dominant again. He had bailed on Cater that time. Failed at his job. He can't do that again. Wanted to. Wanted to run and hide again... but forcing himself to stay still. Not talking. Not reacting now he had his own space, his own personal bubble.

But not running either.]

[It's a lot for Cater to take in, too. Family is...huge. It's bigger than friends, bigger than most romantic partners you'll have in your life. Cater has a decent amount of hang-ups with his own family but he'd still never trade them for anything. He'd still fight tooth-and-nail to protect each and every one of them. Even when Cater would dread going home for breaks knowing that his sisters would be there...the idea that he'd never get to see them again hits different.

He's needed more than what he's gotten from them, over the years. But still, they're the only ones who have ever been in his life no matter how far they traveled. How much deeper would it cut to think that he could never, ever see them again?

So for Silver to make that comparison, he can feel his own urge to run, his own anxieties, climbing up in his throat. He says he needs that connection and stability, but to form it, doesn't he understand how much pain he's setting himself up for? Doesn't he realize that all of this could fall apart all on its own without any impact from the three of them? They mean nothing to this city. They're just toys that can get thrown away, returned to sender, no receipt needed.

Cater swallows, wincing internally as Idia pulls back. He wants to do the same...but he knows what will happen if he does. Silver will take these emotions that he's presented, his truth, his real face, and hide it away again. He shouldn't have to do that. Cater's so used to wearing his mask that he rarely knows who he is without it on, so he can bear this sort of burden. But Silver? No, he deserves better.

So no matter what he's thinking or feeling, he pulls the boy even more tightly to his chest.]

We aren't fighting, Silver. None of us. Not with each other, at least. You're right, something happened between Idia and I but it isn't what you think, and we don't hold anything against each other. Even if we did, you've gotta understand that you aren't in any way responsible for everyone else's problems. [He pauses, clearing his throat.] The three of us...it sounds like we have battles that we have to fight on our own. We can be here to support each other but whether we win or lose isn't on anyone but ourselves. And if we do lose, that isn't your fault. You can still be there to hold out a hand after the damage is done, though...and I think that's the best we can try for. I know you aren't going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere.

[He glances toward Idia. He'd pulled back...but he was still there for Silver. That's what mattered.]

Idia's not going anywhere.

[At least not as much as they could help it.]

Edited 2023-06-01 04:26 (UTC)

[If not for Cater and that tighter embrace, Silver might've slipped away from the scene to sob until he was hollowed out enough to get his own mask back in place. Seven knows he's done it enough since arriving, in secure privacy. But he still tenses when he feels Idia's hand slide from under his, off his shoulder; there's no hiding that. He starts to lean heavily into Cater, breath hitching, but he stops himself. He started out trying to help his friends, but now he's being a burden. Why is he adding to the problem when he should be protecting them like a true knight?

So he tries to pull away from Cater, to give the other boy some breathing room, but he's so very empty right now. There's no more strength to be... well, strong.]

I don't... want anyone else to suffer... if I'm not strong enough to prevent a catastrophe, how can I be strong enough to fix the damage afterwards? [His breath catches again.] M-- Malleus-sama was about to do something terrible, I'm certain of it. I... I don't know if I'll be able to set it right, I don't know if anyone can. It's better to stop something from being broken than to put the pieces back together....

[Ha. Listen to Cater go. Him handling this so well. So much better than Idia ever could. He's their Dominant. He's the one that's supposed to be taking care of them, of making sure they had all they needed to survive Duplicity.

And Idia's failing at it.

He really is useless, Idia giving a shake of his head as a hand comes up to his mouth, a sound that started as a sigh out before turning to a forced, angry chuckle, but... not quite sounding like himself... as if his voice is doubled over on itself, the sound of static mixed it.

He really is pathetic. Can't do a single job right.

Silent for that time as Silver spoke, trying to push back those self-pity thoughts, to shove on that mask and act like he should; as a Dominant. As the Boss. As someone who has their shit together and has to run stuff. Even if all he wants to do is crawl into bed and stay there and never wake up again. The Fates aren't that kind. But any attempt to compose himself is shoved to the side as Silver speaks, Idia's attention snapping back to that.] What? [All of that self doubt instantly vanishing.]

What do you mean about to do something terrible? [Idia's tone shifting as well. Flat. Serious. Needing an answer.]

I don't think catastrophes are meant to be handled alone.

[The softly spoken sentiment doesn't get any further than that between the sound Idia makes followed by the next thing Silver says. Lilia and Malleus? Hard not to imagine these two events are related, but that's not something that can just be dropped without context.]

What happened, Silver? Tell us everything so we can understand.

[Silver blots at his eyes some more, letting himself lean a bit more into Cater. It's awful to put this on someone who's already suffering, but Silver is too tired to fight it alone right now.]

... he said he was going to give all of us a world without sorrow or loss, a new beginning. Everyone could feel him concentrating his magic, it was unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I... I think he was about to use his Signature Spell. I've no idea what it is, but what else could be that powerful?

[He can still remember the sheer dread settling into the pit of his stomach at that moment.]

[...fuck.

Idia still for several long moments, before a long sigh out.] Ffffuuuuuuccckk. [Hand up to rub at his forehead. Godsdamnit. That sounded just... a little too familiar. Far too familiar. To rework the world. Create it again. And honestly... Idia's not super surprised. He's seen the data. Seen a pattern. Just...]

Fucking Malleus Draconia... [If what is going to happen that Idia thinks is to Silver's world... well fuck, Idia shaking his head at the thought. If only he had time to research it better. To considering what was going on. What was really going on. But he hadn't. Things had gone too fast.

Not that it matters to his world. At all.

Still, the idea that Malleus may be Overblotting... is terrifying, that static-y tone to Idia's voice back,] Eehhhh, this is why I didn't Overblot him myself. Too much of a wildcard. Too powerful. What a pain.

Malleus...

[Doing something like that? They all knew he was powerful, but...Seven. Cater feels a knot forming in his throat. He doesn't know what to say, how to be helpful--his brain is spinning overtime trying to come up with something to say to Silver but unable to settle on anything.

And then Idia makes that sound.]

O-Overblot him yourself? Idia, what the Hell?

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