Waking up was something Silver did so, reluctantly, if only to see where the insistent tugging and chittering was coming from.
Silver laid on his back, eyes protesting from the gentle light of the sky, the clouds and birds moving slowly, as though matching with their users' sudden want for not moving.
Unlike how he, Yuu, Grim, and Sebek had fallen through the sky, Silver remained simply laying there, as though carried by the clouds that swirl around. The birds flew overhead, but the odd creature that tugged his clothes and chittered in his face was the only thing keeping him awake.
If Silver didn't wake up from the bat, he wouldn't have woken up at all.
"What're you still doing here?" he croaked, throat hoarse and scratched from his screaming. Screaming in the rain at life, at Father to just leave, at his small, crying, infant self to just shut up, he doesn't deserve to feel love after what has transpired.
"Please... I just want to go to sleep. It's better for us both like that," he said to the little bat, who seemed panicked and alert by his words, moving from his clothes to tug at his hair, the chittering echoing in this space, words of his father.
His father's words rang upon the wind. True love, as the good fairies who sent him to sleep called it, was calling him.
His father, his one truest love, beseeching him.
"Silver, I love you. Wake up."
"I love you."
"Wake up, please."
"I love you, Silver, please-"
Tears sting his eyes again, and he begs, he begs the bat to stop, "Please, please don't make me hear that. I don't want to hear him saying that to me; he should never have said that to me."
The bat chitters, curling up against his hair and nestling in it, as though to soothe him at the sound of his pain.
His pain... His pain was nothing compared to what Lilia had to feel after loosing his friends. Nothing compared to Malleus' own agony.
"... If there is something your love can go to," Silver said, his throat closing, choking from the tears that threatened to break him all over again.
Peach-colored clouds rolled.
The birds soared.
Silver was tired.
"If there is someone your love can go to... Please let that person be lord Malleus. He is more lonely than I am. More broken than I am. More Innocent and worthy of your care and time," Silver reached up and cradled the bat, disturbing it from its attempted nesting place.
Its eyes gleamed like Lilia's, and it shined with the same sadness he was sure he could hear on the winds.
"Please. Go and see him tonight. He can use your love and comfort more than I ever need," Silver pressed his forehead against the bats small body, hearing it squeak and attempt to groom him and tug him to wakefulness, "It's time for bed."
1,000 years can go by in a blink of an eye when one is dreaming, or so Lord Malleus had said.
Silver wonders, then, what's the difference when instead of 1,000 years going by, he simply remains asleep? Does he simply fade out of existence? Or is his body simply left to the elements while sleep claims his body?
"Silver, I truly do love you. Why won't you wake up?"
This little bat was stubborn. And clearly, desperate. It continues to try and move him and Silver sighs, moving from his back to his side, feeling the softness of the clouds move from where he lay.
"Goodnight, Lilia. May you Meet your friends In a Dream."
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