[attr="class","blackwell"]"hm."

despite the stillness of his face, there is deep-rooted anger that seeps through. he can't control it — can't control the way his expression twists and turns into a scowl as he takes a step back.

"tell me, merlino."

whistle.

"is this deserved?"

on command, luxray lashes forth and sinks its fangs right into beckett's shoulder. THUNDER WAVE cracks again, trapping sounds before they have a chance to escape the admin's mouth. no screams, no cries, just undeniable pain.

[attr="class","noodles"]Cillian Quinn

[attr="class","blackwell"]"i don't care about the other."

luxray shifts from under the desk, coiling like a serpent ready to strike as it circles the desk, much like its master did. deadly-yellow sparks of electricity dance across its dark mane as it approaches. it stops by its master, allows him to pet it should he wish to.

"you know what happens when you fail, beckett."

a THUNDER WAVE pulses, targeting only the admin. it surges across his body, seizing up his muscles, paralyzing, as he drops to a knee.

silas turns, takes a step towards merlino and asks:

"what would you like me to do him?"

[attr="class","noodles"]Cillian Quinn

[attr="class","blackwell"]"i see."

silas rises, circling around the desk. the intensity in his gaze cuts through the air, pressuring. he stops before beckett and allows his eyes to drift to the other in the room. the air feels electrifying as he speaks.

"who's this?"

[attr="class","noodles"]Cillian Quinn

[attr="class","blackwell"]"what the fuck are you talking about?"

instincts, desires, it all bubbles to the surface as silas reaches for fernando's collar. he simply passes through it but the venom remains, coating every facade, every expression that silas wears. he barks:

"my father is dead — i killed him. i should've killed the bitch, too."

[attr="class","noodles"]FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","blackwell"]silas tenses, hand curling into a fist. he suppresses venom, not well but just enough, before taking a step closer to fernando. his glare is damning.

"she still alive?"

[attr="class","noodles"]FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","blackwell"]"..."

how arrogant. but perhaps warranted. this, silas keeps to himself.

"who next?"

[attr="class","noodles"]FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","blackwell"]rage and anger have always blurred the line for silas. to him, there is no future, no end where he will be at peace. to quell his anger, he kills.

"what threshold have you set?"

[attr="class","noodles"]FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","blackwell"]"both."

no falter in his voice, silas matches the scowl.

"people are fools. they make mistakes. they change. they betray. so if we were to use your logic, then there should be no avatars at all."

[attr="class","noodles"]FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","blackwell"]silas watches the megalopolan shimmer into a humanoid shape. it's one that he does not recognize, but like anyone else, it's one he doesn't cower to. it lunges and it disappears, leaving trails of mist.

"kill the other avatars while you're at it."

[attr="class","noodles"]FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","blackwell"]"did you?"

fernando lies — this, silas is certain of, and it shows in the way his lips snake into a semblance of a smirk. entertaining the thought, silas takes a step closer.

"why?"

[attr="class","noodles"]FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","blackwell"]"yes."

a lie, but it serves another purpose. fernando has shown little to gain his trust. but then again, it's not like it will ever matter. to trust goes against silas' very nature. still, he watches for a reaction, slightly curious.

[attr="class","noodles"]FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","blackwell"]for once, silas is speechless.

his end goal? such a simple question leaves him at a lost, unable to answer with anything but:

"i don't know."

[attr="class","noodles"]FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","blackwell"]a front seat — silas almost laughs. how he longs to be tangible, to be alive, to be the one with the power and the will to see it through. now, he's demoted to a simple observer, to someone who only exists because someone else wills it. how pathetic.

"what do you think?" it's rhetorical. "we keep going. johto, sinnoh, galar — i wanted everything."

silas pauses for a moment, considering.

"i imagine more legendaries would have made appeared. i would've killed them, too."

[attr="class","noodles"]FERNANDO SILPH