“ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ”
it’s an appealing suggestion, one that he would refuse had it been anyone else offering. but jim’s seen the demons that lurk in namor’s soul and for some reason, he stays. gratitude, it’s something the prince has never excelled at expressing but for him, he wants to try. for a moment, the silence lingers, shame settling into namor’s gut. another side of him that only jim gets to see: his human one.
he’ll be honest with him, cleansing his soul from the darkness that burrowed its way within. “i have done…atrocious deeds. most of which i feel no guilt for. but every once in a while, one comes back to haunt me. kamar is one of those. i killed my own son, firebug. i killed my own son and i know i’d do it again every time. what does that make me?”
a monster. a leader. a king...lonely.