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[Silver is Silver is Silver. Upon finally waking up, he immediately tries to pull himself up... And it's a bad idea. His head spins. Despite the fact that he's awake, he's still very weak, and trying to act like he's not gave him a big reminder of that. He rethinks his actions and slowly pulls himself up into a seated position.

So where is he? What time is it? How long has he been out? ...Where's his journal? That's the most important thing right now, he has to-

There it is.]

[His handwriting is downright awful, but it's legible, especially since he's slow enough about it. And he only has one thing to say.]

Is it over yet? None of you died, right?

[The you is directed at the people he knows, but he is far too drained to make that distinction or ask much else. ...Might be a good idea to let him know just how late to the party he is.

Or visit him. There's always the visiting option, although that option might not be pretty; as long as it's been, it still doesn't change the fact that he more or less looks like he's about to die, like he won't open his eyes if he closes them again. He barely even has the energy to hold himself upright.

But company would be nice, especially since he's... Not exactly going anywhere. He has his Pokémon, of course, they're all but hovering over him because he's okay and he's finally awake (jeez guys, calm down,) and he even has Chandelure in his arms (because he needs to be reassured that everything's alright and that he Did Good,) but it would be reassuring to see that everyone's, you know. Okay.

And absolutely not the other way around, because he's totally just tired.

Yep.]

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[When it's necessary. Shiemi swallows a nervous gulp. She can think of many ways when someone would probably think it's "necessary," but if you're strong enough can't that be avoided? And Silver is very strong. Or maybe he just finds it... easier. Her hands clench, and grip fabric. How is a friend supposed to react to this? Does she support it? No, that would be- But she can't scold him on it either, can she?

Shiemi makes a noise of confirmation, just so he knows she listened.]

[And then the peanut gallery speaks up] That still wasn't necessary, what that soldier punk was going at.

[Resources, smesources. It's still not necessary to just up and execute people.]

[-Oh no. Don't you start, Rin.] What part of war don't you understand?

[Shiemi is quiet. She doesn't really have a position in this argument, so there isn't much for her to say...]

The part where you're perfectly okay murdering people who aren't even fighting back! [In fact, he stands now, damned if Silver is in a sick bed, because this is important] What, do you just like killing people or something?! And don't give me some crap of trying to sound cool by saying it's "necessary!"

[His eyes probably flared into cat-like mid-shouting there, and some flames probably sprouted along his shoulders and his fingertips and possibly out of his mouth]

[What, do you just like killing people or something?!]

[He opens his mouth to argue, to protest, but... No. That cuts too deep. That hurts, and it hurts far more than he wants it to.

His vision flashes to an R, to an organization, to silhouettes of masked faces laughing down on him, to Raven and Ingo, to Moro.

Moro.

The four Pokémon in the room start to get worked up and look ready to pick a fight with Rin, but Silver waves them down. No, guys, it's... It's okay.]

You know... Every one of those soldiers that weren't killed probably caught that awful disease. [He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh, but once he opens his eyes again, he looks so far away from where he is.]

[Shiemi stands up from the bed, and heads toward the door. She was getting riled up and about to yell at them both when Rin burst out in shouting, but Silver didn't seem to argue back. This... it isn't her fight. Maybe she'll take off to the bathroom pretending like she needs to go...]

[Rin snarls, and marches over the remaining distance to Silver to pick him up by the scuff of his neck. Or at least, that is his intention]

Necessary this and practicality that...

[He's plenty more to say, but this is a delay for if any of the pokemon intervene]

[Frustration sets in. Go ahead and get mad at him, Rin. Fine. Condemn him, if you want.] Wrong. I'm willing to kill to protect people, Rin. To protect the people I care about. And-

[-and water is being sprayed in his face.

Feraligatr's smile doesn't fade as he reaches to grab Rin. On the other hand, Sneasel, Murkrow, and Chandelure are plainly and obviously livid and put themselves between Silver and Rin.]

[Shiemi's hand was about to grab the doorknob when Rin grabbed Silver. As she turns around Feraligatr is pulling Rin away while the Pokémon get in between the two. So Shiemi was wrong. She shouldn't be leaving those two alone at a time like this. No, she has to step in. Quickly she rushes up to the bed, climbs on it, and stands at its foot. That why she can get some high ground without bothering Silver.]

Stop it! [She spreads her arms out wide and looks at all of them from her spot.] Stop it, everyone!

R-Rin might be right in that it's not okay to kill people. Not when there are other ways to solve the problem. But Rin! [She points to him from up atop the bed.] It's not okay to bully sick people! Silver could have been dead, and he's not fully recovered! Everybody just...

[She has to take a few breaths as her confidence and bravado fades.]

Just calm down. This isn't a place to fight.

[Chee. He'd be able to beat up all of you pokemon if he had to. It's "bully" which really gets him. He recalls all the times Komoti's simplistic understanding of what he did as an exorcist was being someone who beats up bullies, and it pacifies him somewhat. He shrugs himself out of Feraligatr's grip and goes to takes a few steps away from the bed, clearly sulking a bit]

Alright, alright.

[There it is again. Wrong. And he's so weak that he needs Shiemi to protect him.]

Go. Just go. Both of you. [He's open and raw and vulnerable and exposed and he would leave of his own will were he not at Ingo and Emmet's place- never mind effectively unable to stand.

He doesn't really want them to leave, but- but it's better than this. Rin's standpoint on the matter- on him- is pretty clear.]

[The girl now tries to get down from the bed. It's smooth sailing until about the end when her clumsiness gets the best of her. It's a small slip, and she doesn't end up on her ass, but it's enough to scrape her knee. She's a big girl. Shiemi helps herself up and stands by the door and looks at Silver. Does he truly want them to go?]

[Rin's over to her immediately though, about at the door. He was ready to help her stand but... no. That would shame her. He's got plenty more to tell or ask Silver. He still hasn't gotten a straight answer out of the guy, and it's pissing him off. But Shiemi's right that he's injured]

[Yes. Go. Go and be with Rin, Shiemi. Go sit on his side and stop throwing yourself into the middle ground of their stupid argument.

It's okay if it hurts. It's okay if Shiemi walks away. That doesn't mean- he already- he doesn't deserve to stop her. To throw any kind of doubt between her and Rin. And-]

I don't like to kill people. [-and he can't help but defend himself regardless, if only mildly. He should have just kept quiet, but... He can't. He-

Go. Just go. Go.]

[Shiemi opens the door for Rin, and locks eye contact with Silver. She... she knows you don't. Silver isn't a person who hurts people because he likes it. Silver isn't a bad guy. He isn't evil. But tears well up a bit in the corners of her eyes. She hates be to be torn like this. Honestly she doesn't want to leave Silver alone after all of that, but Rin needs to be escorted out. She can't stay.]

[He goes to leave... and then he doesn't. He steps past Shiemi, his tail ending up curling around her. He clears his throat, and it's in a calm and gentle voice that he's addressing the whole room. Silver, the pokemon, Shiemi]

'Cus I'm the son of Satan, I've got these flames, you know. These flames, if I let loose with 'em, could reduce everyone in this room to ash before people could even move. A...ah, they could probably burn out this whole apartment. [And then he clutches his chest]

...I felt it when I burned away the Impure King, back home. The flames were too much. It was going to burn away my soul. [His grits his teeth, but he's still smiling] I had'ta remember Shiemi's acceptance to focus enough to not burn anyone. And I was really confident sounding after, but that was hard.

And I thought about somethin' else too. I thought about why my old man - Father Fujimoto, that is, my real dad - saved me. I'm Satan's kid, he shoul've killed me when I was baby... In fact I'm pretty sure that's what the mission told me to do. But instead, he and Mephisto made sure Yukio and I got hidden, so we could be raised by him without any kinda problem for fifteen years. Well, 'cept for all the crap I went through early on, and I guess Yukio had his problems too...

[He's getting derailed, he inhales, and then exhales]

People've been telling me all this time, that the flames I got - Satan's flames - hurt people. They caused the Blue Night, where hundreds of people died, good people. They've probably killed thousands of more people since time began and Satan's been around to do it. But you know...

I realized it when we were fighting the Kraken [Which Shiemi hasn't experienced yet] - well, I realized a few things, really. But the big one's that these flames are me. They're my heart, and I can't just go denying them 'cus some asshole's been using them all this time. And what's more, my flames aren't meant to kill people, but to save people. That's what my dad- Father Fujimoto - wanted of me, I'm sure of it.

[And he steps closer to Silver, his arms wide]

Wanting and liking killing people is unforgivable. But as long as you still don't like it, I really don't care if you disagree with me, 'cus we're still friends... and it just means I need to change your mind, right?

[And he holds out his hand. For Silver to shake]

Edited 2012-11-24 23:29 (UTC)

[Silver looks at Rin's hand for a moment. The first thing he wants to do is immediately take it. The second thing he wants to do is push him away.

But he does neither. He stares at him critically and takes in his words. It takes a lot of effort to not compare himself to him.]

...You won't be able to change my mind, Rin. [With that said, he... Hesitantly and apprehensively holds out his own hand. This one's on Rin, not him..]

[Shiemi relaxes a little. Are they being civil? At least no one is shouting anymore.]

Will too! [But he says this with a grin as he claps the hand tightly]

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