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She can deal with this level of personal space just fine! She lives with Enya and Eric. She does, however, remain silent for a moment, recalling how she'd nearly done so once, herself. She had been younger, but had dumped the pills down the drain in the end and kept living. Not everyone had the ability to pull themselves out of that mindset.
She's walking dangerous ground.
"Do you feel like any of that disgust is because you also feel guilty about her death, then? Over someone who you think was weak at the end?"
She blinks! He hasn't exactly mentioned any details, let alone his father being there, until now, and she knows he's holding back more yet. But if he's not ready to talk about it, then forcing him will just corner him further, which isn't something she wants to do.
She crosses her ankles with a small frown, but that's been present since the serious topic came up in the first place. Otherwise, her expression is fairly open and honest.
"You agree with him." She seems concerned at the moment, as well as cautious, because she's trying to do the same to him.
"Almost." This time, she says what she notices out loud, though she doesn't expect Silas to do anything more than ignore it like he has in the past. She sighs and shifts in her seat, leaning against the back of the sofa instead as she gets comfortable.
"He might be right; I don't know the situation to say my piece on it. But I do know actions have consequences. Out thoughts, actions, and words all do, sometimes ones we don't mean. Sometimes they get ahead of us and we find a small spark can turn into a wildfire and trap us. The more people, the more sparks."
She pauses, trying to find the words she wants and yet can't. The way he said it, that he had a large hand in what happened, has her still.
"Were you trying to hurt her?" Her expression seems neutral here. Depending on his answer, he would probably get a different reaction. He may have cared about her, but Silas also can't deny he's hurt people he cares for as well as those he hates.
He nods, both to her restating his words and to her dialogue following. Silas is quiet again when she asks her question, this time thinking it over rather than just hesitating.
Things Your Grandchildren Would Never Believe, Volume 3 has this moment scrawled all over the front cover. Rebecca's frown remains, but the utter kicked puppy reaction has her. Nothing about the Silas she was used to suggests he'd fake this, not at the expense of his own pride. Even with Mike, and she can't believe she's thinking this, he had pointed out that he hadn't killed the other boy.
She was also quite sure the latter was to try and appease her, however.
Several seconds of silence pass before she sighs and looks up at the ceiling for a clue of what to do. There isn't one, so she looks back at him, instead.
"Well, at least you're aware of that, then." The frown returns. "I have a question for you. You're probably not going to like it, but I think you need to hear it and think about it."
"Why?" Her voice is heavy, but not harsh. Not yet. She ticks off the thoughts on her fingers as she continues, surprisingly calm for the moment.
"Why is it complicate? Why the need to upstage your father? Why the need to use Destiny to do so." She's assuming this from his words, having 'no ill will' towards Destiny herself, meaning there was a tie. "Why you are so content to see people as pawns to the point that there's this level of destruction.
"You told me once you wanted to use me and then break my heart. This is the result that could have come of doing so to anyone. This same situation. Some people feel they have no choice, and some do." She'd like to think she'd not have considered the option.
"Either way, maybe Destiny is one of those who felt trapped by the fire." She takes a deep breath, realizing that she's talking a lot as she slowly exhales.
"You're going to have to ask yourself 'what now?' too. What will you take from this, and how will you carry it with you?"
"...that's not 'a' question." He notes after a moment.
"It just is. You've met my sister, so you're familiar with my family. I blame their genes for making us the way we are by being like them, but I'm also the way I am because I want to be. Because I thought I was being like him."
He avoids going into more detail about Destiny.
"And what I told you was a lie. Mostly, or at least part. There are days I can't tel the difference myself." He states neutrally.
"You said you like to hear me ramble." Rebecca gives a small, stiff shrug. She's very much aware that once she started talking, she didn't stop. But she lets him respond without interruption. By the deepening of her frown, he can guess she isn't pleased.
"Well, stop blaming them." Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth, Rebecca? Maybe you should use them, too. "That may be the way that your family is and raised you, but you aren't completely within their influence anymore. You're here.
"This is the time to figure out what you want and who you are - and what you need to do to be how you want to be. If you want to be like him, fine. Figure out what you're doing wrong, but remember that you are yourself, too." The last part comes out much quieter, more a reflection than assertion.
She lets up on the Destiny bit at this point. She doesn't need to throw salt into the open wound any more than she might have.
A longer silence follows after he mentions yet another lie. She's starting to lose count of them. Closing her eyes, she tilts her chin down and rubs at one of her temples with her fingers.
Though he doesn't make a verbal note of it, their conversation seems to be turning lecture, deepening the frown on his face. He stops himself from snapping at her when he reminds himself she's trying to help. She cares about him and he notices his first instinct is to lash out at that fact.
"That may have been my intention when I first met you, but it quickly turned into a lie. One I told myself--and Freya, though she saw right through it. Despite what I told her, you, and myself--it was more than just a game."
She glances up at him when he speaks, hand falling to rest in her lap as she look at him as he continues to talk about being in denial. The conversation is starting to take a new path and get odd, right on par with their usual routine.
She doesn't interrupt further, however, in case he intends to continue.
She snorts. "Well it clearly wasn't my boundless charm or winning graceful flight." She's not mocking him so much as herself as she recalls that particular fight.
Try not to get thrown around by someone three times your size, kids. It never ends well.
"But that fact remains I find you interesting. I am interested in you." It sounds like the second sentence is more deliberate like he's choosing his wording carefully based on the enunciation.
The statement causes her to stare! By her fluctuating body language between tense and semi-relaxed, however, he can probably tell Rebecca's internally struggling with this.
"I see." She has zero ideas of how else to respond to him with that information at this point. You know it's bad when a sixteen year old girl really wants to read that law book she was into a while back.
"I guess it's good I'm still a mystery, then." For half a second, her lips quirk in a slight smirk.