[ “what we’re all thinking.” they’re just the right words chosen to make tony upset: while it’s true that he’s used to it, and it’s true that he doesn’t care, it’s…
maybe not entirely true, no. he just hasn’t gotten to the point yet where he knows how to balance his superiority with the fact that he doesn’t want to be hated, and there’s no point to it when they’re not fighting a war with each other. as terrible as it may be, silco is on his side. ]
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[ like a sulking child, tony’s communion darkens. one might imagine him curling in on himself, tucking his chin into his knees. ]
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maybe not entirely true, no. he just hasn’t gotten to the point yet where he knows how to balance his superiority with the fact that he doesn’t want to be hated, and there’s no point to it when they’re not fighting a war with each other. as terrible as it may be, silco is on his side. ]
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[ like a sulking child, tony’s communion darkens. one might imagine him curling in on himself, tucking his chin into his knees. ]
That’s not my fault.