Trust is what leads to men being betrayed. Trust is how one ends up nearly dead with toxins chewing away at open wounds and leaving your body searing with pain while you fight for your life. Trust is knowing that everything you have ever done, the people you trusted, the people who had your back see you as nothing more than the refuse. Just another body to dump into the river. To wash away with the rest.

[ He hisses it out like a mantra, like something to remind himself. Silco is a man reborn from that betrayal, fighting against what he once was, to ensure he stays who he is now. ]

There is something more fatal than being seen as detestable.

[ Losing her in some way, of course. This isn't Kenos. This isn't... Nobody can... take her like he had once fretted and worried over. Yet, yet. What could they do? Too many people already knew, more could guess. It was written on his username, for those who cared to look. Once they realized, they all wanted to know. Why?

Of course they wanted to know why. They wanted to know what kind of child Silco would raise? Who could Silco love so dearly to protect even her existence? If an Outisder knew, what if more people learned. What if, what if, what if...? It winds and spirals, that old hurt. Others knew, some Silco could trust — Set, Tezca... maybe... Vergilius and he had spoken of their shared gemstones, their children — but others... Ereshkigal. Would she kill her to spite Silco, were she to show up? Was the necklace a tracker? Should he hide it? Should he toss it away? Should he — ]

I have no powers. I have a few knives, and a gun. Most here have powers beyond your wildest belief. There are gods and demons, and you wonder why I don't wish people to know that I have a child?

[ The thought of Sebastian knowing... that... that actually scares him. ]