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[gyve]

I was shown by Noctis how to adjust my implant's text-to-speech settings
It's my hope that by the end of the week very few of you will sound like an overenthusiastic woman
Select the voice you want to be represented by using the link below
It'll go a long way in helping me to distinguish your messages from other people's

Thanks

[LINK]

( kaladin's implant reads to him in tiktok's "female-original" voice, but there are so many more to choose from. if you're savvy, you can even record clips of your own and have them uploaded so that it's your voice—personally—telling this idiot to stop using bar soap to wash his hair.

feel free to go wild with it. he'll have no fucking idea. )

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[zauneyete]

Do you think I need to coddle her?

[ yeah.
as if he wouldn't do anything for her. ]

[gyve]

I'm telling you that I'm willing to set aside our differences to come to your aid if you need it
An offer that extends to family because I know how hard it is to lose someone important
So why are you still trying to goad me

I don't think you need to coddle her
But don't try to take any of her potential allies away by association
I wouldn't refuse to assist her if she ever needed it but others might if you treat them poorly
Please heed me

😑 i wake-a up, i type-a the tl;dr

[zauneyete]

[ See here is the problem. The problem is: Kaladin is right in this instance.

Silco even knows it. There is that burning, furious little reminder of his time in Kenos. In how every single person, every ally, they were all out to get him. They would have burned him and everything he worked for, if it would have alleviated the war, if he'd shown them an ounce of weakness. Set had been the one — the only one he trusted with this. The only person who knew she existed, a crystalline soul that he'd so desperately clutched, trying to burn down worlds and people alike. He'd killed gods for her to live — no, no, Set would have told him, it was because he wanted to selfishly, but the god had directly confronted their seat of power, he had to — and it had made things worse. They would have killed him. He would have died. He knew they hated him. They wanted to put an end to him. They would have used any means necessary.

That perfect gem he still holds — they would have cracked it without a care for who was in it. None of them had understood, there, precisely what Silco was fighting for.

They would do it here too. He had people, of course. Set, Tezca, there was also...

But would it be enough? What if she was outside where they all were? What if she needed help? Would Ereshkigal help her? Sebastian? (He would have no choice, twicefold still. But after that?)

Kaladin is right. Silco will never admit that Kaladin is right. ]

I think you are greatly underestimating Jinx's capabilities, if you think that she needs me to forge a path for her.

She's going to run circles around the rest of you. I do not need you to lecture me on how to watch over my daughter. This place is not nearly so hostile that I have to look over my shoulder with every step, after all.

[ He's right. He's right, and that makes him want to fight it more ]

[gyve]

You hold your daughter in high esteem Silco
But when has the capability of our families ever dictated the level of worry we feel for them

On Roshar I'm one of the most powerful men alive yet my parents will always be concerned about me and wish to protect me
It's not an underestimation
It's love

I'll say no more about it
I don't think I need to

[zauneyete]

[ He says it for what it is, and Silco feels a violent need in that very moment to find him, and wring that thought out of him. How dare he give voice to it. Does he know, does he even know how dangerous that is?

He thinks of wringing his neck, of finding him and carving something into his skin to remind him how dangerous that is, of hiring someone to rip his spine out of his neck and —

The implants hum in his head, reminding him of their presence.

He hates him. He hates how he says this with an easy astuteness. How damned simple he makes it when it is nothing but that. ]

You should remember to say nothing about it at all. It is our business, not yours.

[ He says after a long, long ten minutes of internal raging, which means mostly lighting a cigar and pouring a drink and breathing heavy in his rooms where nobody can see him be angry.

No, he wouldn't let him know how... deeply dangerous that was. Maybe if he doesn't, he will forget it. ]

[gyve]

( the line was crossed ages ago; a man like this must be pushed beyond the limits of what's comfortable for him. however, contrary to what kaladin's implied, he doesn't want to hurt silco. he doesn't want to hurt anyone at all.

so, when the line becomes a fissure, he backs down. )

Very well Silco