[Richard keeps quiet, not saying anything to either confirm or deny Silco's speculation. But it's not too far from the truth, at least as far as Richard's concerned. After all, it's not like he ever truly left the forest. Not even the light that was his father could save him from there. Maybe it truly was like his mother always said, that he had been eaten by a witch living there.
His own free hand slides up against Silco's forearm, all the way until his fingers can curl around his shoulder. Richard grits his teeth together and the breath leaving from his is so ragged and violent that it makes his entire upper body tremble as he tries to push down the pain that keeps trying to push through the surface.]
Henry the Sixth. [The barbs of the vine coul tightly around his throat, choking him so that the name comes out as a pained hiss through his teeth.] The mad king who I killed. [He really, really does not want to visit that memory. But he knows the door into that is opened it will not close up again, the darkness spreading and tainting his mind like a disease.
Henry had been mad, yes. But more than that he had been a coward. Always running away and hiding from everything. Either by fleeing from his responsibilities and take on the role of a shepherd, or by escaping into the depths of his mind, blocking the memories and world around him. Richard was not like that. He never had the luxury to run away, no. Instead he always faced his adversities and struggles head-on. There was no place for him to hide away.
Just like here. They had something they needed to deal with, right. Something important to discuss over.
Almost reluctantly, Richard lets go of Silco's hand and steps away from him. He turns his back to the other man as he reaches to grab the soap, beginning to rub the bar on his skin.]
Your daughter, [He begins, voice reaching for distant disability.] What do you wish to do about her demands?
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His own free hand slides up against Silco's forearm, all the way until his fingers can curl around his shoulder. Richard grits his teeth together and the breath leaving from his is so ragged and violent that it makes his entire upper body tremble as he tries to push down the pain that keeps trying to push through the surface.]
Henry the Sixth. [The barbs of the vine coul tightly around his throat, choking him so that the name comes out as a pained hiss through his teeth.] The mad king who I killed. [He really, really does not want to visit that memory. But he knows the door into that is opened it will not close up again, the darkness spreading and tainting his mind like a disease.
Henry had been mad, yes. But more than that he had been a coward. Always running away and hiding from everything. Either by fleeing from his responsibilities and take on the role of a shepherd, or by escaping into the depths of his mind, blocking the memories and world around him. Richard was not like that. He never had the luxury to run away, no. Instead he always faced his adversities and struggles head-on. There was no place for him to hide away.
Just like here. They had something they needed to deal with, right. Something important to discuss over.
Almost reluctantly, Richard lets go of Silco's hand and steps away from him. He turns his back to the other man as he reaches to grab the soap, beginning to rub the bar on his skin.]
Your daughter, [He begins, voice reaching for distant disability.] What do you wish to do about her demands?