foolās gold.
His eyes narrow with the mention of āother versions,ā first.
But thatās his own thing. Itās Silver heās dealing with right now, Silver ā whoās trying to turn this whole thing back around on him, which reallyĀ pisses him off.
It pisses him off because it works.
āYou know what? Fuck you,ā he hisses ā
ā shoving the other boy away, which isĀ a terrible idea; that just gives Silver avenue to escape, but he canāt help it. Heās two seconds away from making things physical, and thatās just. Thatās just.
⦠Silver doesnāt deserve that. No matter how much of an asshole he might be.
His temperās a mess, lately.
āIām not doingĀ anything because Iāve got pricks like you to deal with,ā he says, voice thick with tension.Ā āYou and Kotone. And who the hell knows where sheĀ went.āĀ
But itās a weak argument, even to his own ears.Ā
Thereās so much he couldāve stopped already ā and he ignored it all to search out his friends.
The weight of responsibility falls on his shoulders, all at once, and Gold bristles.
āSo ā what? Whatās it got to do with you? Sānot like youāre out here trying to help.ā
His toneās defensive, he sounds pissed off, but heās already starting to lose steam because ā
ā⦠are you?ā
Heās not sure ā and for once, Gold wants toĀ believe it.
That Silverās doing the right thing.
If he thinks heāll take that chance to escape, then --Ā
Maybe he doesnāt know Silver as well as he thinks. Or maybe Silver hasnāt changed as much as he thinks he has. Neither thought is particularly appealing, and that in itself - thatās good, in a way.
The stance he adopts isnāt meant for fighting; but it isnāt meant for fleeing, either. Heās simply standing his ground. Physically. Mentally. Verbally.
āYou donāt have toĀ ādeal with me!āā he shouts, angered by the very notion.Ā āI can take care of myself. Kotone too.ā Sheās stronger. Perhaps stronger than either of them. Silver, at least, is aware of the possibility, but even blind to it, Gold should know that she doesnāt need a babysitter.
The fire in Goldās -- everything. His eyes, his words, his stance. The fire licks the fuse of Silverās temper, bringing him closer and closer to something heād rather not think about. Not now.
But when Gold doubts him, thatās what really sets him off.
āDid you really think I was gonna stand by and watch these bastards take over? Iāve got my PokĆ©mon back. I can do something about this. What the hell did you think I was doing? Having a goddamn field day?ā Finally, the words come out.Ā āIām not that person anymore, Gold!ā











