[Every day she looks at Black she remembers that there's another thing inside of him. Every day she remembers how useless she was in keeping her promise to her dad, as silly as it was to ask an eleven year old to keep an eye on her big brother, how powerless she felt and the fear that asides in her still at the thought of blue fire. And every single day the King of Despair doesn't talk to her her fear grows more and more.

It should be a spot of happiness and hope that he's kept quiet. But it only serves as a thorn of worry in her side, since they'd been in contact before they'd come here, and no news is bad news when it comes to him.]

I'm sorry for lying to you. But how could I have ever explained that to a total stranger? I'm scared that if something happens, that if that jerk does something to hurt someone else, that Black'll be blamed and I won't be able to do anything again. That I'll just be on the sidelines as useless as I was that day.

[Silver's such a lovely tissue to use, and she's cried more on him than she's had on like, anyone else. She feels a mess and boy is self-loathing such a lovely constant in her life.]