[ Silver feels the floor dissolve from underneath him, and every last molecule in his body plummets endlessly downwards with no surface left awaiting the impact. What little color is on his cheeks drains away as his eyes blow open wide, and he doesn't want to believe this –he can't he can't hecan'thecan'thecan't...
There's no way his father would ever just.
Retire like that and leave them all behind. Silver wasn't even old enough to be completely on his own yet. ]
...............oh.
[ He can feel his fingers clenching and unclenching, the futility of the gesture an echo of how powerless he feels right now because he can't even talk to his father and ask him if any of this is true. But why would Sebek lie about any of it? ]
H-he was unwell? Father, that is. If he could no longer use magic as effectively...
no subject
There's no way his father would ever just.
Retire like that and leave them all behind. Silver wasn't even old enough to be completely on his own yet. ]
...............oh.
[ He can feel his fingers clenching and unclenching, the futility of the gesture an echo of how powerless he feels right now because he can't even talk to his father and ask him if any of this is true. But why would Sebek lie about any of it? ]
H-he was unwell? Father, that is. If he could no longer use magic as effectively...