(The thing is, his daughter has grown a lot last he saw her. She's always taken care of him, the medicine, his business, his office even with her little gifts. Now that she has someone to really look after, she sees things differently. Jinx is, strangely enough, the responsible one. Sounds bad, kinda is, sorta, but it opened her eyes to a lot of things.
She knows he's always been thin. There's a difference between what is normal for him and 'eating yesterday as a parameter for good health', and it's not like he can't afford it. There's no money, there's no excuse. She tries to do it quick, a two punctures where it looks the worst, and she holds him so he can ride it with support.)
[ Two punctures. More than usual, but he jerks anyway, leaning into her while his fingers and toes wind, muscles tensed, everything all off-kilter while the shimmer (oh, sweet shimmer) does its work on him to finally soothe the pain, and the haziness in his eye. It'll take days of treatments to repair the loss, but...
He breathed out as a single tear gathered at the edge of his eye.
He breathed in. Breathed out. ]
Jinx, I'm alive. I'm not exactly going to throw away this opportunity.
[ See, the thing is, Silco had always been bout the cause. Without it, he's aimless. The cracks show. The fact that he was a dead man walking, barely living as it was before shows. He had been motivated by the mission, the need to fix it all, a promise that still settled low in his chest next to his heart, where it pounded over and over again.
He doesn't have that anymore, so what does he have? It's just Jinx. And what a position that puts his daughter into, doesn't it? ]
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She knows he's always been thin. There's a difference between what is normal for him and 'eating yesterday as a parameter for good health', and it's not like he can't afford it. There's no money, there's no excuse. She tries to do it quick, a two punctures where it looks the worst, and she holds him so he can ride it with support.)
Nooooooooot conviced.
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He breathed out as a single tear gathered at the edge of his eye.
He breathed in. Breathed out. ]
Jinx, I'm alive. I'm not exactly going to throw away this opportunity.
[ See, the thing is, Silco had always been bout the cause. Without it, he's aimless. The cracks show. The fact that he was a dead man walking, barely living as it was before shows. He had been motivated by the mission, the need to fix it all, a promise that still settled low in his chest next to his heart, where it pounded over and over again.
He doesn't have that anymore, so what does he have? It's just Jinx. And what a position that puts his daughter into, doesn't it? ]