I hated him. (About Si)
“That’s past tense,” he points out as if it was a hidden riddle he had just solved, “meaning you don’t hate him anymore, which is better than still hating him.” He tries to reason, but his words seem lost and empty as if he’s trying to argue against a completely unknown point.
“Sorry,” he huffs, hands folding into pockets awkwardly. A rock under his rolls from kick of his boots.
“What he said to you was shitty, but I understand his reasons for it,” he says. Yeah, because that’s exactly what I’ve done to Night.
“And trust me, he hates himself too for what he did.” Nyx wasn’t sure whether it was cocky of him to assume he understood entirely, for his circumstances, despite their similarities, were separate from each other. He didn’t know Silence, and Silence didn’t know him besides what has been said through the word of his brother, Night.
“And maybe one day, his hatred will become past tense too…”