Triple threat. . ?

[ He echoes, though it’s more so a question than him repeating Vasile. ]

You’re right. I’ve made it this far. . I’m not going to let anybody boss me around.

[ Damn it all. Silver can feel tears beginning to well up. ]

. . . Th - thank you. I think. . . I think that’s all I have to ask.

[ Silver steps backwards as the wall begins to repair itself. . ]

[ That was. . not the answer he was expecting.

The revelation shakes him to his core. Sure, they had been. . “involved” with each other, but Silver never expected something to actually come of it. . ]

I. . . I see. .

. . . . Am I going to hurt him?

[ The fourth wall cracks. Silver peers into those cracks, beyond the veil —

Then it shatters apart.

Silver’s stare pierces even us, and yet, he’s compelled to ask. . ]

. . . What does Ethan really think of me? What am I to him?

Aww. You’re melting!

[ Again with the “handsome.” Silver looks off to the side, a slight tinge of pink on his cheeks. ]

If you mean dealing with the League, then yes. Any sort of praise from them feels. . insincere.

Alright then. . . my love~.

Oh?

I can?