I beg your hate (silver)

[alyssa]

[attr="class","iconmain"] [attr="class","iconsub"] [attr="class","headers"]→ notes 403 words [attr="class","iconsubtwo"] [attr="class","headers"]→ tags PROTO as Silver [attr="class","iconsub"] [attr="class","headers"]→ other starter Her steps are quiet and deliberate as she is lead down the terrace of the Undella vacation home and into the lap of its quiet luxury. The Hoenn Leader can’t help but roll her eyes at how it simply reeked of dirty money. The man leading her doesn’t even look back when she sniffs disdainfully at the passing portrait of the former Team Rocket Boss Giovanni. Egoist, the woman thinks with distaste. Sapphire eyes wander the inside of the building while she takes in the fine details and traces her way out, lest things turn south with this brief “meeting” that had been called by her host. A leather-clad fist clenches by her thigh at the thought of this encounter. Although the mere boy whom had requested (perhaps ‘demanded’ was a better word) to see her on this fine occasion had fought alongside her years ago in the Olivine Battle, things had undoubtedly changed for the both of them. Any camaraderie which had been temporarily forged for the sake of winning their fight was shattered as easily as the lighthouse had fallen. The door before her opens, and Alyssa’s eyes narrow instantly with rising dislike of this situation. She’d managed to impose upon Silver her clear unwillingness to have a meeting on his “home” turf nor hers, forcing the both of them into relatively neutral ground, but that still didn’t mean she was satisfied with the arrangement overall. A gruff command to enter from her escort shoos the Leader through, and he follows her figure into the brighter room. The glass table stretches before her, the red-haired boy sitting at the other end as though the air of the room has gotten to his senses and given him some sort of faux superiority. A smirk graces pale lips for a brief heartbeat before fading. Eyes move from the one at the head of the long table to the other three “service”-typed men standing stiffly through the room. ”I’m sure you want to get this little setup over and done with as much as I do, Silver…” Alyssa begins quietly, keeping a fine rein on her voice to maintain its level and volume. The only hint of displeasure she shows can be seen in her eyes. Of course, such was to be expected. ”…however, I refuse to have our chat with more eyes and ears than you suggested.” That meaning hers and his. Privately.

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[Silver]

This place was gaudy stuffy and smelt like his fucked up eccentric father, may he rest in pain. The thought passed through the maroon haired youth as he continued shuffling and sifting through various files on the glass table before him reading various files about future ventures, targets and whatever else have you. He even wore his prescription glasses that he wouldn't be caught dead with 3 years ago. 3 years changed a lot after all, things that seemed so important back then simply weren't these days. Shi,. there were only two things that he valued back then that he still valued today. The former was dead and the latter might have well been. Speaking of the latter, the person that forced him into that state was supposed to make their appearance right about....

The slender woman walked in quickly already opening that damn mouth of hers already. Silver didn't even look up at the woman simply shuffling through a couple of more papers and checking off another task on his checklist.

Before she could finish the darker haired young man spoke over her basing her out and cutting her off as she began to complain about his guards in the room.

"You will speak when spoken to." He'd raise a single silver eye to her no emotion in his face, though a there was a lingering seriousness in his voice. This was how things needed to be done if things were to go smoothly.

Silver turned halfway to a guard and nodded quickly before returning to his papers in turn all of the guards indeed left the room swiftly.

"Now if we continue like this we may be able to get something done today. First of all I'd like to thank you. With this war and you sending another fifth of your country to their deaths business is doing very well for me, and I pray to whatever god you believe in that he have some kind of mercy on your soul."

He'd hold his hand up another pause in case she decided to speak again and if she did he'd simply base her out once more.

"Forgive my father's gaudy ways, even as a child I was never very pleased with his taste in decor. I'd like nothing more than to get rid of it, but it serves as a good meeting place for unwelcome guests.

But I digress. How is Gold?" the statement quickly preceded another warning, "Don't lie to me." In fact Silver knew exactly what kind of broken mess Gold was but he wanted her to say it and acknowledge her failure. It was only now that he met her eyes entirely his own were colder than ice, but a fierce anger directed at her could be seen within land even deeper than that perhaps she might have been able to catch a glance at almost endless despair resting in him.

Silver had never been a patient man and it took a great deal of patience not to simply walk over and not punch her out of that chair she seemed to be sitting on so comfortably in so for her sake he hoped she answered soon.

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[alyssa]

[attr="class","iconmain"] [attr="class","iconsub"] [attr="class","headers"]→ notes 583 words [attr="class","iconsubtwo"] [attr="class","headers"]→ tags PROTO as SILVER [attr="class","iconsub"] [attr="class","headers"]→ other i'm so sorry for her behavior -- ”Tsk…” the sound leaves her lips when he quickly interjects, commanding some form of what she assumed was authority of the conversation. She’d allow him to have such for the time being. His opening statement is of little interest to her, but the Leader plays along kindly enough for now, keeping her claws away and assuming an entirely disinterested expression. Eyes fall to the arm of the uncomfortable chair she’s sat in, and Alyssa resists the urge to curl her lip at the markings carved so carefully and intentionally into the furniture piece. A light smirk pulls at her lips as he speaks, and her tongue runs lightly over her teeth as she bites back an immediate retort. Silver was setting himself up to be torn down as efficiently as she planned to. Leather-covered fingers curled over to face her eyes, as one would in order to examine their nails. Merely a visual portrayal of her indifference to the conversation at hand. In truth the Hoenn Leader would not have found the conversation as unappealing as she now was, had Silver minded his own arrogance to assume he’d be able to get her to obey his wishes of merely speaking when he allowed. The single reason she remained quiet now was to humor the boy as he flaunted whatever twisted sense of superiority he had over her in this building. ”Oh Silver…” Alyssa begins at last, after allowing silence to draw between their verbal exchange for a good half-minute before speaking. She stands quickly, arms stretched over her head as she relieves herself from the chair she’d seated in. ”If you want to get something done today you’ll grow up a bit and stop acting like an ignorant child.” Sapphire eyes blink as she continues on swiftly, barely giving that even a heartbeat to sink in. ”It’s almost adorable that you attempted to take a jab at me while appealing to my humanitarian sense and “heroic good” moral compass that you assume are still fully intact and unchanged as they were at Olivine. “Speaking of, I’m also curious as to how well business, as you call it, is going for you when I’ve not deployed any of my troops from Hoenn for the last eighteen months at the very least. Surely it can’t be too great given those circumstances?” Feigned concern dances across her words before she takes a seat on the edge of the glass table, at the opposite end from him. ”Do your research next time and perhaps I’ll give you a reaction you were expecting rather than one like that.” Her legs cross, and she lightly kicks her foot in the air. ”As far as Gold goes – I don’t know.” She shrugs nonchalantly, expression returning to something disinterested. No feeling flares up in her chest at the mention of that name, as it would under a different “self”. ”I ordered him to return to Johto more than one year ago and so he did. I’ve not contacted him because I’ve had no need to. I’m not his keeper.” Her head tilts, rolling slightly onto her shoulder to look at him unblinkingly. ”He’s your friend after all, and you’re a Johto native - shouldn’t I be the one asking you?” The Leader shakes her head slightly, and hair falls behind her shoulder as she leans back, supporting herself against the table with gloved hands. ”And for an unwelcome guest, you were very insistent on meeting me. You almost make me wonder.”

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[Silver]

And so it'd begun.

He'd let the woman speak her piece, arrogance and sarcasm laced in each word simply underestimating the youth.

His eyes glazed over the woman boredly. Of course it wouldn't be that easy, it never was. "Adorable? Heroic? Good?" The maroon haired boy tilted his head at the woman almost confused, "We don't have time for jokes Akiyama. I honestly do hope the best for you in the long run. Once this war ends people like you and I will be the first killed regardless of how or who ends it. After which I do hope your justice personal justice is served.

However, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't furious with you as well. In fact I'd relish shattering this glass table with nothing less than your face, however I'm an adult and this is business."

His voice was cool and straightforward he had nothin to prove to this woman he was simply stating facts. "No longer am I a child, and no longer am I Ignorant."Silver shrugged, "Three, four years ago most definitely. You could have shoved a pistol in my hand told me I was fighting for freedom and I would have attacked the masses in the name of justice. Just as you did for Gold, Ruby and I'm sure many other youths in that time."

The heir's eyes returned to his various documents before him, "Now as for you and your troops eighteen months doesn't heal the loss of a dead friend or a family member. In the time since the war started I'm sure you know the death toll in Hoenn alone, it's comparable to that of Johto if not more. The mourning and the angry purchase weapons from me everyday to enact their revenge on their respective killers. The cycle continues and you've simply accelerated it, so again:

Thank you."

Silver let the silence sit for only a moment before moving on. "Now as pleasantries have finally ended let's talk business Akiyama."

His eyes met her's for the second time, his papers finally stacked an orderly on one side of him on the other a sleek black remote. "Gold is in the worst state I've ever seen him in, he's broken, and as of now he's done participating in your war. You will dismiss him and allow him to rest and recuperate here, in the republic until your funeral. I will pay for his expenses and you will not contact him for any reason. "

Silver knew this wouldn't go over well, however he was a fair man even if this world had proven not to be. That was the only thing that could really be said about Silver these days; he may have been murderous, cruel, and evil among many eyes, but above all he was fair. It was the only trait that separated him from the fossil buried in the backyard, and so he continued.

In exchange I'll take his place as your lieutenant, In order to accomplish my secondary goal I need information only higher ups can grasp. My own organization will be under your command as I see fit. I'm sure you know of the money and resources Giovanni passed down to me and how they could aid your plight. By this point you realize tensions are running high once again and I'm offering you a reasonable boost.

This was a fair trade, a broken war torn soldier in exchange for his own loyalties. Gold was a strong trainer and a good man, however Silver had been born into a world of violence and war was generally easier for him to accept, he'd also get a closer to his initial goal.

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[alyssa]

[attr="class","iconmain"] [attr="class","iconsub"] [attr="class","headers"]→ notes 919 words [attr="class","iconsubtwo"] [attr="class","headers"]→ tags PROTO as SILVER [attr="class","iconsub"] [attr="class","headers"]→ other i'm so sorry for her behavior -- A sigh exits pale lips once he takes up the reins of the conversation easily. In spite of herself, she allows him the luxury of speaking uninterrupted – grudgingly masquerading the role he seemed so sure to assign her for their little meeting. Not a trace of thought is betrayed by her expression, in spite of the knee-jerk reaction to visually and verbally express her very thought the instant it comes to mind while he piles his words upon her. The only suggestion to how she’ll potentially react is the occasional drum of her fingers against the glass table she sits upon. Sapphire eyes stay focused on the boy – who she sees still as a child in spite of his proclamation otherwise – without merely a blink. So this is how you’ve chosen to play, hm? A breath of forceful air leaves her nose quietly, as if to clear her mind before she begins speaking now in retort to just about everything he’s said. ”I’ll take it from the top. Systematically carrying a conversation is something I quite enjoy.” The Leader shifts her weight slightly to one hand and brings the other up to her shoulder, and lightly brushes the leather of her glove against the fabric of her blazer, as though the words he’d thrown at her had literally piled upon her shoulders. Resuming her leaned-back position, she blinks once before speaking. ”You make it sound as though you believe I actually expect to make it out of this war alive.” Three years ago she would have so naïvely claimed she would, and fight for nothing but good. That she would cry for every life lost in the war, and be burdened by every life she took with her own actions. The Leader that sat before Silver now was not the same Leader that would have, at one point done that. She’s been lost like so many others in the war. ”I’d be lying if I said I did. I’ll consider it a miracle if I do; just as I’ll consider it such if you so much as manage to lay a finger on me.” Sapphire irises glint in the light as her eyes narrow, the expression challenging him to even attempt such. In her position she’d all too easily be able to kick him were he to come near her. Surely he realized that. ”And you assume far too much for your own good, Silver. You assume Ruby and Gold have pledged their loyalty to me for something called justice. There’s no such thing anymore. Perhaps there was, once upon a time, but it has been crushed as easily as you and I could an Oran Berry between our fingers. I don’t fight for justice, and I never have. I would not lie to have someone by my side. They fight for me, and they fight for Hoenn. We fight for our freedom. ‘Justice’ is a crowd-pleaser that comes alongside our freedom.” Alyssa’s eyes close once for a few seconds more than a blink, as though there’s something like a trace of regret in her person when she mentions the two people most important to her in this war. ”Whether they live or die in their fight, I have no say in that. I can only pray to whatever might be out there that they suffer little in comparison to any normal civilian that’s been lost in this war, and suffer nothing compared to what I expect to. Casualties are a fact of conflict. There’s nothing we can do to change it.” The strong light enters her eyes once more as she opens them, turning her wholehearted attention to the subject now at hand – her Lieutenant. ”Were I to have a shred of doubt in my mind for the steadiness of your own, I would call you insane for throwing such a proposition in my face. But I will give you an answer because in spite of your words you are serious.” She licks her lips and flicks her hair over a shoulder. ”No.” She allows that simple answer to sit in the air before continuing. ”Contrary to most people in this war I’m not driven by greed for power and resources as so many people who have attained some form of status on either side are. Any smart Leader would leap on the opportunity for both as you’ve given – and I will admit that it is quite tempting as far as considering goes. However, any sensible Leader would not betray those closest to them, as Gold is me.” Admitting a potential weakness? Perhaps. However, given Silver’s attitude Alyssa had fair confidence Gold would be safe from anything Silver would try. ”As I’ve told you before, I’m not Gold’s keeper. He came to me after Village Bridge, with full intention of pledging his loyalty to me and requesting I take him under my name as my Lieutenant. It was his decision to start this chapter in his life. As ragged as you say it has worn him and as much as I, too, would hate to lay eyes upon him in such a state, it’s his decision to end it.” Her fingers curl slightly against the table as she tenses. ”If you want him to resign, confront him about it. It’s not my place.” There’s silence now, save for each breath they take. ”From what you’ve described, the war has wounded him. Those are wounds that cannot ever be healed, as I’m sure you know as well as I.”

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[Silver]

His fingers tapped the table slowly a small tell that he and his father shared, Silver was now irritated and for good reason.

"Wounded?" Silver's eyes narrowed, "You will not speak of his condition so lightly, wounded is a term meant for a man who broke his arm, or was cut with a knife, you've done much more than 'wound' him and you will treat it as such."

He let his comment sit for a moment a sign he'd be moving to the next topic, "Now as for your justice or freedom, or whatever. All are trivialities at this point and don't matter, it's a different name that leads to the same fate.

I don't work in reasons I work in happenings. why you did what you did or what you no what we were fighting for is no defense at this point. Words like freedom as well as justice are empty, and quite frankly I don't care about either. I just want to keep one man safe and avenge another. Then perhaps finally I can die in some kind of peace, call me selfish.The heir or rather king spoke no lies his voice crystal clear.

Are you denying the facts that make you at least somewhat responsible for what became of both of them. I won't say you tricked them but you clearly took advantage of them with your words. Two young and powerful trainers in their prime, strong Pokemon perhaps, and both champions in their own right. You played the hand that helped rob them of their bright future as well as many others. You did not trick them, but you might as well have. You put them in the situations in which they would break; in which they'd have to suffer and situations you weren't sure they could make it out of. As a commander you are responsible for that and hundreds of thousands of others you've lead to their deaths in the name of your godforsaken freedom."

[/color] His voice would slow,

"That is your crime, and you seem rather evasive of it at the moment." At this point he was in it for his own means and his own means alone which came in the form of three goals, two of which would be attainable if someone wasn't being so stubborn, and the final that could only come with his death.

And now to the final issues to address, his fingers stopped tapping still on the table. "You've been around Gold long enough to know he won't say no to anyone he considers a friend. He won't retreat until you mention that you don't need him, if you don't he'll fight to his last breath. You say you won't dismiss him, then what will you have him do?" The boy's voice became colder with each passing statement.

"Follow you to the grave, is that the master plan? Having him die, broken, in a ditch his name and honor in shambles? As his friend I won't allow that."

Silver let the comment sit for a moment looking the woman directly in her eyes a silent fury unhidden, before sliding a single folder from his pile. Using the remote seemed a bit more tempting with each passing second.

As far as my records show he disregarded one order from his time in service, a time when he simply wanted to avoid the destruction and pain of Johto, in response to his refusal you hit him. After all the time he spent with you fighting, believing, and following this justice- excuse me this freedom you believe can be attained through an almost endless loss of life. You know how rare it was for Gold to stop, and when he finally did, when he finally realized he had enough you simply threw him back in. That was when you betrayed Gold. It was his decision to end it when he left the first time, but you refused to let him, now again when he is in no condition to fight, when I am offering a life free of your reign over him, I become the one antagonizing? The one who regardless of the wrongs you've done to the man offering you a fair deal I become the enemy?

You cannot speak of loyalty to the man as you already betrayed him, I left him in your care, believing you would keep him under your wing. In Cianwood I saw your power and believed in it; I believed in it and I believed in you enough to keep him safe, not only in body but in mind as well. Silver more than anything knew himself he knew his strengths and he knew his weaknesses, those were things both Lance and Gold forced him to recognize through his journey all those years ago. His beliefs and his refusal to accept the truth back then were a few of his largest.

However you failed, or rather you half assed it. As far as I was concerned you made yourself out to be his caretaker in this war three years ago and for that secretly I was grateful. I was in no condition to watch his back as I should have and I take full responsibility for that, I should have kept a closer watch, and I shouldn't have depended on you as heavily as I did. That was my sin and I plan to remedy the situation as much as I can from this point on." Silver clenched at his own mistakes he wouldn't hide or run he was just as responsible as she was and he knew that.

"So here we sit three years later. You walking into my home quite rudely after ignoring more than a few of my summons blatantly refusing a deal you admit yourself is almost entirely sound. Are you having a tantrum right now, or perhaps you're simply doing it to irk me. I'm offering you a chance not only to boost your power, but give a friend the rest he deserves and you call me insane." the young leader began to motion with his hands as he spoke, as if they'd help her see his reasoning.

Or perhaps you believe I have some underlying scheme to kill you and lead this mess you've created so I can take over for myself, looking for someway to get ahead when all this ends weaseling money and power from under your nose through all this. Maybe you feel as if I've become my father. If it is due to such paranoia then let me assure you I am a fair simple and a man of my word and wouldn't betray you I've complied with all your demands thus far why would I stop now As for my father, I hate him as much as I did three years ago. I understand his reasons and his methods, but still I despise him and by relation my own blood to its core. Even now I'm talking with you still willing to compromise over my agenda where as my father would have ended negations and killed you the second you disagreed with his offer. yet you still defy me simply to be nothing less than difficult." Silver could laugh through his anger at this point, but he was used to business deals and people of this nature being difficult for no good reason.

"Now speak some form of reasonable compromise. What is it that you want other than to have my only friend die a meaningless death. Please, indulge me in your wishes." No longer was Silver looking at files and documents, there was no need he'd said what he needed to say, he knew despite it being a perfectly fair and agreeable plan for one reason or another she would disagree if only to spite him.

"Oh and spare me any sarcasm my patience is running thin. I said this house was meant for my fathers unwelcome guests and let me assure you those words unlike your ideals were not empty." His facade had returned, he'd thought he'd mastered business in the last three years but it was apparent he still had quite a bit to learn, especially when it came to both his language and his temper.

Notes: uh 14xx,I really didn't like this post for a number of reasons I feel like I went in a circle cause my mind was in 6 different places if I need to fix some stuff just hit me up on Skype. Also I broke 1000 first. HUEHUEHUEHUEHUE[/blockquote][/size]

[alyssa]

[attr="class","iconmain"] [attr="class","iconsub"] [attr="class","headers"]→ notes 1,725 words [attr="class","iconsubtwo"] [attr="class","headers"]→ tags PROTO as SILVER [attr="class","iconsub"] [attr="class","headers"]→ other YOU DON'T HAVE TO MATCH THIS I SWEAR She speaks quietly, sapphire eyes narrowed as his are. She doesn't wish to waste what she considers both their time by waiting over the silence of formality to let the other before them finish speaking entirely. However, the Leader realizes that the only way the inevitable head-butting between herself and the boy across from her will be if they each stick to that sort of conversation. Light sigh leaves her lips as she fores herself to remain patient with his words. Her gaze doesn't leave his this time as he speaks, and she remains still as crystal and lets Silver has his way with words. At last, when she may speak, she does. "You mistake my choice of word as denying he's been forced to change against his will, and likely well-being, by this war...as a good number of us have, myself included." She blinks once, and Alyssa's voice remains collected and quiet, the viciousness she spoke with mere miutes ago evaporated almost entirely and instead replaced by a coldness that carries in the winds of Snowpoint. The direction of her words is neutral, though, and her cold quiet is reserved for the space between them; not herself, not him. "If you wish for me to speak of his apparent condition as it is, I see that as you asking me to compromise Gold's pride. To refer to whatever has changed within him so lightly is how I would speak of his condiiton were he standing here. I'll not change that standpoint until witnessing him with my own eyes calls for a change of such." The Leader inhales quietly, "Empty words are perhaps the only thing some people have to cling to nowadays, Silver." Her volume has dropped to something comparable to a murmur. "Were it not for the empty words, titling old traditions they used to believe and live in, were it not for the belief they're fighting for something other than to end this war in spite of casualties, they would lose themselves...and in that state they may not even realize such." She pauses and allows her eyes to close for a moment before locking with his gaze again. "To a certain extent, Gold and Ruby are the same way. I won't sit here and argue with what you believe to be fact and what I know as truth; it will get us nowhere. As with most disagreements, we each believe we are right; you and I are not the sort of people to waver even for a heartbeat if that is the case However..." The breath she doesn't realize she's been holding exits her pale lips quietly. "I must ask you, Silver...what bright future you speak of that they could have had? In a time of war? There's no such thing. Any dreams you have are put on hold or obliterated entirely when something as cataclysmic and dividing as a war erupts in your home - or in the case of Nox fighting against Lux, in the world. You cannot run from it. You can try to live in ignorance, but it will always catch up with you. For any person and every person involved in the war, you will break. You may not realize when you do, or you may fully realize it and take advantage of missing the part of yourself that you never recognized as so important. Everybody breaks, and we -" she pauses to breathe, referring to herself as well as the boy before her, as well as Ruby and Gold, "- are not special. The same fate either awaits us or has already come to pass. When this war ends, I will be called a murderer and held in full responsibility for the atrocities I have committed and decisions I have made in Nox's name for the sake of having the life we once lived back. Atrocities I would not have so much as dreamed of, much less committing them, so much as a few days before the war broke out. Hundreds of thousands have died, and will continue to die. There is nothing I can do to stop it. Even if I keep my troops in Hoenn as I have, people will still die. Families will still lose beloved members. People will continue to die even if I don't have a say in it - my people. In the end, I, too, will have died for the sake of living as we all once did." She pauses for a half minute to clear her throat silently, a hand raised to signal she's not yet through speaking. Her eyes harden, however, as she gets her breath back. If he insists upon calling her 'evasive' of her crimes after such, she sees no hope for so much as attempting to make him, at the very least, understand that she knows of the truth of being a Leader. "I won't dismiss him, no." Alyssa continues quietly. "I will allow him to live his life so long as he doesn't make a second suicidal decision after making the deadly one to follow perhaps the most influential figure in Nox at this point." In the downtime of the war, she's slowly begun to realize what her position means other than just a pretty title. "If the path he chooses to follow leads to my grave and possibly his, it is the only time I will once more exercise my rank over him and force him to allow me to act alone." The "mind" present remains unwavered by his mention of the ... personal argument she and Gold had about a year back. In another "mind", she would respond far differently - and unideally - from how she does now. Against Silver, confident in his obviously flawed information, she sees no point in trying to explain and correct the redhead as she would under her normal "self". "You mistake my denial of your offer, Silver. I don't see you as becoming the enemy in this. I'm simply electing not to accept the conditions you've laid before me for this deal." Alyssa shifts her weight forward, and steps down from the table she's been sitting on for the past few minutes now. Leather gloves clasp behind her back and she begins to walk slowly while she speaks, around to Silver's end of the table and being sure to give the redhead plenty berth. "I will confide in you - no, perhaps not confide as anybody in my presence for more than a few minutes can tell - I will tell you face to face..." She stops, white hair wavering slightly from the faint momentum she had generated. Sapphire irises meet his own. "You were right to put as much faith in me three years ago as you claim to. I don't say that to defend myself against your words and this is why. I'm not the same person fighting under the banner of Nox that you met on the front lines. I'm not the same person that almost broke when I fought and saw so many people fall around me. I've changed for the worse, but it's something that has allowed me to survive and continue in the momentous manner I have. I will not deny that it's likely not the best thing for people around me - Gold for one, my enemies for another." She falls silent, before she looks away and continues to walk further around his end of the table before starting up the opposite length from where she just sat. "Let us proceed with simply talking about your proposal. It will do us no good to keep returning to the subject above." Her finalization of that side of their conversation sits in the air between them, bubbling in the silence for a half-minute before continuing. "It might be a helpful note to know, for future reference, that were I actually "throwing a tantrum" as you refer to it, this building would no longer be standing. I'm simply dealing with you as I would anybody that insistently pokes their way into my life to the point I can't say "no" to anymore for the sake of not being bothered anymore." She taps her fingers against the backs of the opposite hand which it is crossed over. "I don't believe you to be insane, either. I only stated that were there reasonable doubt in my mind that you were not...altogether, I would then consider you insane. You also seem to think I'm giving you the answers I am for the sake of being a massive thorn in your side." Alyssa sighs quietly, hoping to draw this to some form of closure soon enough. She imagines Silver doesn't wish to spend anymore time here than she does. "For somebody you claim yet again to be so unwelcome you were quite insistent on seeing me. I can only wonder if I'm truly as unwelcome as you claim, even without the open-armed greeting." She pauses briefly, looking over her shoulder at him before rounding the far corner of the table to continue her pacing around the table. "As you've stated, and as I've agreed, the deal you've proposed is solid. I wouldn't quite say I fear you have some underlying scheme to kill me, but I won't go so far in rebuffing that statement as to say I trust you to take you as a Lieutenant. I must wonder though, what's in it for you personally - the satisfaction that Gold is safe and fully removed from the war aside? 'What is it that you want?'" She mirrors his question right back at him and continues to pace slowly. "I'd made small business dealings with your father in the past, as much as I hated so much as breathing the same air as him; and although he wasn't fond of someone disagreeing with him as you've pointed out, he knew sense when he saw or heard it, even if it wasn't what he had in mind originally." She blinks once before finishing, "Successful negotiations take more than simply seeing your own side to something." The entire time she'd spoken, her voice was controlled and level, devoid of the harshness sprung from sarcasm she'd laced through almost every word from earlier. Instead, the harshness came with the icy tone. Now though, she had to wait.

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