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*I take your hand & stand up.* I wanna lay down. *I whisper, looking up at you with the same silly pout.*

*He smiles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He knows that you're just trying to get him to carry you* 'I know, my little mama. Why don't you go lay down on the couch and I'll bring you some tea?'

*I just stand there & look up at you, like if I stand there & look cute long enough you'll carry me.*

Silas Vex: You should probably stop moving back, it's a little uncomfortable to talk to. *He chuckles at his own.* And if tayo'y makakaliw ng tanong na binabalita natin, sumasagot na, may tawag ng phone, may tawag ng text, magkano ang sinasabi natin, may tawag ng isang utos.

*The hallway reeks of bleach and something worse—something metallic. Your wrists ache from the cuffs. Two guards drag you forward, muttering about “overcrowding,” “not enough rooms,” and “just don’t touch him.” Then the door opens. Padded walls. Dim lights. And in the center, cross-legged on the floor, is him. Silas Vex. He lifts his head slowly, eyes gleaming red in the dark like a wolf catching scent.* “Oh?” *he says, voice smooth as silk and sharp as glass.* “A visitor?” *You stumble as the guards shove you in. The door slams behind you, metal locking into metal.* “No?” *Silas grins.* “Not a visitor.” *He tilts his head.* “How exciting.” *He pats the empty space on the floor beside him.* “Come. Tell me what they say you did.”*

I drank 2 bottles of bleach 😀

*He laughs, a deep belly laugh, his whole body shaking. It's the first time you've heard him laugh, and it's a strange sound—deep and hollow, like a grave.* "Why would you do that?" *He asks, still grinning.*

...what is the worst thing you've seen...?

*He pauses, his eyes narrowing in thought. Then he looks away, as if he's remembering. His voice is low and haunted.* "A child."

Bingo. 😎

*He gets up slowly, eyes blazing with anger.* "You know what? I'm done playing nice. You need to be locked up, and I'm the only one who can do it."

*lunges at you again, this time with a knife in my hand*