𝔐𝐈𝐒𝐒 . ݁ ┈ ⋆ ᵐ͟u𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑.ᐟ

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ┈ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃͟𝐔͟𝐓͟𝐘͟ ͟.͟ ͟

ㅤ ㅤcant go to jail if you dont go to court in the first place

Silas is as quick as he can be with the order, so he can turn his full attention back over to them. "I know, but you're not alone, okay? How about this, when I get the chance, I'll give you a little keepsake trinket." A nod. "To remind you of that."

"The whole thing was absurd. They actually thought Wesker was a god." An eyeroll, "The railgun was cool, but the recoil that one had put my shoulder into the Shadow Realm for a few weeks. And I got uroboros juice aaaaaall up in my mouth." He motions to his mouth.

"Maybe you're scared?" Silas' tone is gentle, almost hushed. "It's okay to be scared. I was scared too, it's- it's a scary thing." A sigh. "But there's no bravery without fear, and no success without a challenge." He puts his other hand on top of theirs, holding their hand in +

"It was just there... And, uh, I didn't." He gives a small laugh of disbelief. "I just kinda improvised. I think they were meaning to use it for something or other in their ritual, but."

"We'll get some food, I promise. But this whole zombie thing is a lot to take in. That's why I want you to know I'm *here*, okay? We're in this together. I've been dealing with it a long time, too, so if you have questions, I most likely have the answer." A gentle squeeze of +

"Yeah. Did I tell you about when I shot one with a railgun?" He positions his hands to mimic it, making a small 'bwoosh' sound effect with his mouth. "I was aiming for Wesker, but Morningstar was right next to him. Took out the whole side of the building, too."

the blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.

whether you come as a lover or an executioner， i am ready to receive you．

take this cigarette out of my mouth and kiss me

let us dance, for we shall both be meeting our makers soon.