#argentshaman

"Someone got hurt out there?" Though he'd never personally been to the mentioned river, this was the first time he'd heard of it being dangerous. He was only six years old, but he was skeptical of most information he heard if it didn't come from family. Normally he would want to investigate the situation himself, but in this case, apparently the waters there had dangerous creatures residing in them. Silva had only come for dinner, but the information he brought with him was at least useful. Nichrome had never heard of such a thing, thus would have never known to be more careful when passing by that area. The people of their tribe were strong, and if one of them got injured by any type of sea creature, it did count as something to be wary of approaching.

"You... were upset? That's why you went out there with no extra clothing, no blankets, no tent to set up to sleep in... and just went out there by yourself?" He didn't know whether to be worried or not. While he wouldn't deny the conversation that happened in the spur of the moment, at the time when Nichrome's rage at that betrayal had peaked and Silva was in front of him, that was still an unhealthy decision for Silva to make. For that matter, if anyone questioned him as to why he was out there, Nichrome didn't want it tracing back to him. There was a limit to how much of this he could handle; a limit to how many times he could yell about it and have breakdowns over it before he became utterly exhausted.

Silva had been upset the time he told Yoh all of that as well. It seemed whenever a strong emotion overcame him, he acted on it. For Nichrome, that wasn't fair. In fact, for the rest of the Officials who stood by and did only what they were supposed to, it wasn't a good attitude to have to most likely any of them. Still, that didn't mean they all hated Silva, but Nichrome wasn't sure where he stood with that. The absence of another family member would be awful, but he still couldn't help feeling so angry when he remembered how awful he'd felt at the bridge. That time when Silva left after Nichrome had yelled at him, even now, Nichrome couldn't tell how much truth there was to his comment. He didn't know if he truly would have wanted Silva to be dead instead. Perhaps, yes, he would indeed be happier that way, and he would still have his brother. Yet, it wasn't like him to wish death on someone, and only since Chrome's death had he become like this. It had become second nature to get angry, and so easily.

Part of the problem was that Nichrome didn't want the other Officials finding out what really happened. The other part was that he still wasn't sure how even he himself felt on the matter. Truthfully, at the time he'd said it, it was how he felt. It wasn't necessarily a lasting thought or feeling, but he couldn't deny that in the moment, those were his real thoughts. Still, he thought it insane that Silva really went out there by himself, and even partly that he'd actually listened to the youngest of the group.

"So do you..." Maybe he was being immature by treating Silva like this, but he didn't care. His anger hadn't faded at all. The issue about Chrome was between Nichrome and Ren, and the fact that he'd brought outsiders into it infuriated Nichrome. Silva hadn't even apologized, yet he expected Nichrome to just be kind to him and overly forgiving? Had Silva not said anything, Nichrome wouldn't have panicked that time, and he wouldn't be worried daily that he was going to be attacked by someone involved in that incident. He was exhausted of being the victim now, and if that was how it had to be, he wouldn't be the only victim. He was tired of it, and tired of being such a pushover. Now that he was sick of being pushed around, and finally did something in return, he was scolded for sticking up for himself? No, he wouldn't take that. If he had to be stubborn, he would be stubborn.

"You... You don't know that... You've never been with them..." He had doubts. Doubts that they were all nice people. Still, there had to be something good about all of them. Hao's group couldn't have been nothing but heartless murderers. There was a child with them, and some of them were very polite people. No, they weren't perfect... but in a tournament like this, nobody was. It wasn't anyone else's right to judge against them all just because they were with Hao. Being younger than most of them, Nichrome was intimidated by some of them, but that wasn't because of their personalities. It seemed most people assumed anyone on Hao's side was nothing good, and now to the point where Silva was attempting to dissuade Nichrome from getting near him and his group.

The times that he went anywhere near Hao, he was always with someone else. There was always Magna with him, another Official and someone Hao trusted. Surely, Nichrome was safe. If he felt he was in any danger, he would have made some excuse to leave. Truthfully, he did feel uncomfortable at times and didn't fit into most of the conversations, finding himself often disagreeing with their words. Even then, that didn't mean they were bad people. To them, their opponents were the "bad" people. In the end... it was all just assumption. They were all Shamans, and they all understood a similar pain and knew similar suffering.

"Yeah, that's... great, Silva. I feel like one too." Being ill sucked. A lot. The bigger issue was that he refused to stay laying down, and it definitely wasn't helping his problem. He'd gotten restless, finding himself "too bored" to stay in bed. Granted, it'd been the second day that he couldn't do much, and he found it to be a waste of time waiting to get completely better. The only way he'd actually sleep was if any medication he took caused drowsiness, in which case, he'd look for another type of medication that didn't cause it.