[They both can read between the lines. They both carry too hard of loads on their back to want to spare a glance at the sun, lest it burn them away. He knows what Silco means. They love their dancing words, that say nothing and say everything.]
[For a beautiful, sick little moment, he feels weak. His thumb brushes against the wrist he is holding, his red eyes more imploring, now. There's the practical side of him that wants to simply knock him out, but, well, that will come if need be. He wouldn't hesitate.]
If what you say is true...then leave with me. You don't belong here, under her thumb.
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[For a beautiful, sick little moment, he feels weak. His thumb brushes against the wrist he is holding, his red eyes more imploring, now. There's the practical side of him that wants to simply knock him out, but, well, that will come if need be. He wouldn't hesitate.]
If what you say is true...then leave with me. You don't belong here, under her thumb.