[ oushi looks up just in time to catch that half-second between that frown and that smile. it sticks to his brain like the burrs clinging to his pantlegs; silver's smiles had always felt particularly manufactured (perhaps not so much disingenuine as they are certainly emphasized for a purpose), but here in the darkness of the woods and the influence of the katalyth oushi can't help but find them particularly off-putting... just like everything else feels particularly off-putting.
he forces himself to sit down on a fallen tree, hands curling over his knees. hovering above his own dread is the distinct sense he's letting silver down, somehow. would it be a great shame to turn back around empty handed? ]
You feel it too, don't you?
[ there is something searching in his eyes. perhaps even a little desperate. he wonders how long silver can go on smiling through anything. ]
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he forces himself to sit down on a fallen tree, hands curling over his knees. hovering above his own dread is the distinct sense he's letting silver down, somehow. would it be a great shame to turn back around empty handed? ]
You feel it too, don't you?
[ there is something searching in his eyes. perhaps even a little desperate. he wonders how long silver can go on smiling through anything. ]
It's gotta be here then, right?