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[ Not necessarily what he wants to hear, but not the worst outcome either, considering the rather broad manner of Spike's initial line of inquiry. ]
And which part is it that you find lacking?
And which part is it that you find lacking?
[ It's a strange position to be in โ "not her dad" makes "daughter," typically the easiest answer, a more difficult designation to offer, and he hardly feels like he owes the man that Jinx has taken to calling "doggy" a comprehensive picture of their relationship.
Actually, you know what, ]
She's my daughter.
Actually, you know what, ]
She's my daughter.
[ There's a part of him that's tempted to ask if that's really all Spike wanted to know โ that he's much less persistent than he lets on โ but that would suggest a level of willingness to dig further into his past than he's actually feeling.
So: ] Good chat.
So: ] Good chat.
[ It's not what he's expecting. Jinx had told him, of course, that Vander was here, that they're at a sort of detente (that he still thinks of her as Powder), butโ
He just looks at his screen for a long moment, thinks of Vander's hand around his neck, his own driving a knife into his flesh.
Don't you remember? ]
He just looks at his screen for a long moment, thinks of Vander's hand around his neck, his own driving a knife into his flesh.
Don't you remember? ]
And here I'd thought the restaurant might keep you busy.
[ Again, he hesitates. You betrayed me. Refused me. Perhaps they'd come to some kind of understanding, Vander and that version of him who'd been here before, but he's on the outside, looking in, sifting through the abbreviated words on his phone for any clue as to what he's meant to make of this. He feels a spike of something like anger โ is this supposed to be a joke? โ twinned by the itch of something like curiosity that Vander would bring such an idea up to him at all. ]
No harder than what came before, wouldn't you say?
No harder than what came before, wouldn't you say?
not so sure abo ut that
[Distant observations of what has transpired around him. Death, rebirth, strange magic and stranger people. Piltoverโs leaps and bounds multiplied, in some ways.
After a moment, he follows up with: ] can i c all? damn thing s too smll
[ This may be ill-advised. There had been a truce made between them, but nothing else. A simple understanding of one thing in common, no matter Silcoโs anger, and no matter Vanderโs still fresh grief.
Heโs lost four children. In a blink of an eye -
Heโs lost everything. Almost everything, anyway. The weight of it has been suffocating him from the moment he opened his eyes on the first day.]
[Distant observations of what has transpired around him. Death, rebirth, strange magic and stranger people. Piltoverโs leaps and bounds multiplied, in some ways.
After a moment, he follows up with: ] can i c all? damn thing s too smll
[ This may be ill-advised. There had been a truce made between them, but nothing else. A simple understanding of one thing in common, no matter Silcoโs anger, and no matter Vanderโs still fresh grief.
Heโs lost four children. In a blink of an eye -
Heโs lost everything. Almost everything, anyway. The weight of it has been suffocating him from the moment he opened his eyes on the first day.]
[ For a long moment, there's nothing. No ellipsis, no response.
Maybe it's for the best, despite the way it makes his blood run cold. It'd be impossible to avoid Vander completely, here, not when space is so limited, not when he works with Jinx. Better to rip the bandage off, establishโ something.
(He remembers the way Vander had looked, in those terrible final moments. The sound of his voice. It's less that he worries that Vander will have changed than he wonders if his memories have, warped and faded by the years.)
Finally: ]
Call.
[ It's not an empty promise โ he picks up on the third ring. ]
Maybe it's for the best, despite the way it makes his blood run cold. It'd be impossible to avoid Vander completely, here, not when space is so limited, not when he works with Jinx. Better to rip the bandage off, establishโ something.
(He remembers the way Vander had looked, in those terrible final moments. The sound of his voice. It's less that he worries that Vander will have changed than he wonders if his memories have, warped and faded by the years.)
Finally: ]
Call.
[ It's not an empty promise โ he picks up on the third ring. ]
Perhaps, though I'd attribute any compliments more to the necklace's wearer.
As well as one can under such circumstances, and all the easier in pleasant company. And how is your abduction treating you?
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