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...Good idea. I can move onto them when I'm done.

[Yet he still doesn't pull away, because as much as the hatred is doing a great job of motivating him to want to pick every fight in the world, he...

Well, he doesn't hate her.]

[And that's a good thing, because she's using it to her advantage as she chances letting go to give him a one-armed hug instead, leaning against him more, frowning up at him.]

You're not going anywhere, mister. You still have to help me test these like you promised, and if you go out like this just think of what'll happen after you're done with hurting whoever it is you're going to hurt! I'll get in trouble, but more importantly you'll get in trouble, so-- yeah! Leave it for another time! Please?

[It's unbearably warm around him, but there's something familiar about this. He can almost picture the brown hair and blue eyes.

...This feeling isn't wrong, but it isn't how he felt before. And he does have a job to do.]

Fine. Come on.

[He knows where he lives. He can take care of him later.]

[White's relief is almost palpable as she pulls him back over to the counter, frowning sternly at Weavile for swept up and peeking under the wood for the-- there it is, all the calm and trust to satisfy any spiteful person in a single bottle.]

Whatever it is, I'll help you with it. I don't mind roughing someone up! And it's the least I can do for you helping me out.

[Even if she has a cast! All the better to smack someone around with!]

[He doesn't really see the point of drinking it until after it's taken its effect; the heat dissipates immediately, and that...

Well, he really doesn't know what to think of that, actually.]

...You don't need to help me with anything. I don't want you to get hurt.

[Just like her brother.]

Silver, we're equals, aren't we?

[Equals...]

Yeah. I think so. Why?

And you've been teaching me to fight alongside you as an equal, with help from Fergie of course, so that one day I may be able to tame a creature of my own, haven't you?

[She's drawing the line from point to point now, metaphorically speaking.]

...Yes.

[And he sees where White's getting at with this.]

It's not that I don't think you're capable, White. It's just that I... Look, that's not a fight I'm going to pick anyway.

[Even if he wants to. Even if he probably should. That potion just gave him the drive to actually go and do it, didn't it? ...No, that's not it. It just clouded his head enough for him to not care about the consequences.]

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[Okay then. That's more reasonable.]

Told you I wouldn't let you out with one of these in you They're pretty powerful.

[Even if she still wants to help him with whatever it is. The centipedes, maybe? Sounds right.]

I also don't want you to overload your systems, so we can stop for today if you'd like. I just wish I could've tested the others too...

...We're almost halfway there. I'm not giving up.

[This is a challenge now, and as much as he isn't having the best time, he still wants to finish what he started.]

[Awww.]

You're the best. Okay, so we've struck out hatred, fear, and distrust. Want to get despair over with? You're supposed to be able to find a glimmer of hope despite whatever situations come to mind.

[But like, with this track record..........]

[Well, hatred did work the way it was supposed to. And so did distrust, kind of.]

Despair, then anger, then sadness, then envy.

[That... seems like the best course of action right now. He takes the bottle of despair and drinks it as quickly as he can, because there's no sense in dragging it out.

It's an emotion he takes quietly; there's ice on his shoes again, and the thoughts of how hopeless his struggle to help monsters or do the right thing or or protect people at home or fight the same fight over and over with his father come straight at him. But at the center of all those thoughts is an understanding, and one that he's all too familiar with. It's the understanding that no matter how hopeless things may seem, he has to keep fighting, because...

Because why, exactly? Because no one else will? Because the situations really are hopeless if he doesn't even try? Normally, he'd believe in that, but now, it feels like so much more of a struggle.]

...It could use a little more hope.

[He really doesn't like despair.]

[She figured envy would be last. He'd declined to have it at first, after all.]

I'll keep that in mind. It... was pretty hard for me to get out of it myself.

[To the point of things literally starting to go up in fire around her, because apparently that's how her brand of despair works (even if she's got a huge fear of fires like that), and the cleanser hadn't ever come to mind in her resulting panic. She's only lucky that she hadn't been anywhere particularly walked through when she was testing her first batches.]

I think I ended up just sitting the whole ten minutes with it, actually. [She purses her lips, but the bottle she sets down is bright enough that it practically shines with hope and courage.] That was fun.

[Silver just... decides to sit on the floor and not really do anything, because. You know. What's the damn point, anyway.]

How'd the other ones affect you?

[Might as well make some conversation so those ten minutes pass faster.]

[See, exactly. Exactly that feeling.

... She'll join him and Weavile.]

Anger made me really aware of my own flaws and what I've said to people in the past, because I'm really stupid, fear was pretty much that I'd... [White hesitates, hugging her legs and focusing on the wooden floor.] That I'd be alone. It did exactly what it should've, in essence, and I don't think I drank a single cleanser faster.

[Her hands had been shaking the entire time, the world seemingly drowning in darkness, and she'd been so afraid she would drop it too...]

Um, envy just made me really wistful for the things that'd go nowhere and how people can have such normal lives where they're from or be a better person than I am and-- stuff like that. Distrust did what it should've, sadness made me cry a lot, and hatred...

[White glances at him, then away.]

Hatred didn't really have much of an effect of me, [off-handed and casual,] kind of like how distrust didn't really have much of one on you.

[But that's a whooole crop of Issues.]

[Don't join him too closely, or you might get iced over.]

...That doesn't mean you hate all the time, does it? [...] It's like dunamis. You learned to handle it a little better. Maybe a little better than you should have.

[...]

Who do you hate, White?

[It's... really hard to say, but Silver knows pretty much everything minus her entire deal with that guy, so while it feels like ages before she speaks up it's not so long at all. It is quiet though.]

Myself.

Why?

[He asks the question casually enough, but there's some of his nice concerned warmth along with it, too. ...Which is melting the ice.

...Emotions are- no, don't even think it.]

For... a lot of reasons, I guess, but most of all for something I can't tell you.

[What would Silver even think of her? He'd hate her, right? Only fitting, considering she hates herself so much for it. It'd been heat of the moment and fine to tell Junko Enoshima, the fucking mess of Empatheias, about it all, but telling Silver feels like it's too...

scary. She's scared, and the room seems to darken in response.]

A lot of those reasons are connected to the thing I can't tell you. Sorry.

[...The thing she can't tell him. Well, that's fine, because there are things that he can't tell her too.]

Does it have to do with that other... No, I won't call him that. He called himself... Something with despair.

[Silver pushes up his bangs to give a proper impression.]

[From the flinch, it's hitting the nail on the head, and in tandem with the darkness there's a new heaviness pressing down as well. Her narrowed eyes and cautiousness don't help the situation either.]

How much do you know about that?

...All I know is that he's some pretentious jerk.

[Looks like he really nailed it, huh...]

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[Reaaaally nailed it, though whatever relief she has at the moment vanishes as she realizes that her reaction's given enough away as is.

At least hatred's a fond friend of hers or this would be worse off. There's still some of the wood rotting though. Just a bit of decay.]

He, um. He calls himself... the King of Despair, and for the past three years he's had free rein of my brother's body. By my brother's choice.

[There's so much more to this than just that, but it's coming out in bits and pieces.]

...They share a body?

[But White you said it was another- she lied.

Like a liar.]

Why would he want to share a body with that guy?

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