No one in the elite school trusts him. In fact, they fear him. So when a girl dressed in all black asks him for help in a case that could finally make him trustworthy again, he says yes, against his better judgement.
After all, he is already a monster.
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And I couldn't be prouder that I'm starting this during Pride Month. Happy Pride!
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Silas was used to being ignored.
Feared, even.
After what he had done, and after everyone had realised what he could do, he didn't expect anything else.
So what Enid was saying, doing, even, made no sense.
"Listen to me, Silas, for once. Please. Just once. You're the only one that can talk to her. Maybe she'll respect you, or something."
The clearing near the woods was quiet enough and so eerily beautiful that no one ever came by. That was convenient, because Silas wanted to be left alone. This was better than the wide berth everyone at school gave him.
He stared at Enid.
"Please, please, Silas. Please." Enid begged.
He put his camera down on the rock next to him.
"So let me get this straight." He started.
Enid shuffled.
"We've been in school for... what? Six weeks now? You haven't talked to me. Even once." He pointed out.
"You know I–" Silas put up a hand.
"And the first time you talk to me, it's because you want me to ask some girl whether she killed a boy."
There was an awkward silence.
Enid opened her mouth, then closed it, her dyed hair fluttering faintly in the wind.
"Silas... I'm sorry. But you know I can't... people will..."
Silas sighed. "They already know I'm your brother, you know. But if you don't want to speak to me, Enid, just tell me to my face."
He watched as her mouth opened, closed, then opened again, her blue eyes flashing with guilt. It was probably for the better. Having a brother like him was enough to put her already shaky reputation at risk, and she had worked so, so hard to get people to focus away from the fact that she hadn't wolfed out yet.
She never said it out loud, but Silas knew.
It didn't make it hurt any less.
"...I'll do it."
Enid perked up. "Really?! Thank you so–"
"I'm doing it for your vlog. That's all."
"Oh."
Silas picked up his camera, slinging it over his shoulder by the strap and ruffling his hair.
