[ that smug attitude--either syd is hallucinating (very likely) or knox is somehow alive and standing in front of him, as cool and casual as can be. he tenses, wondering if liam is outside, how knox got in (really, how wouldn't he find a way to get in) but any thought of his bodyguard is downright fleeting as his hands curl and uncurl from fists to flat at his sides, like he's trying to find a way to compartmentalize and cover his emotions. ]
You're alive. [ he starts with that, the faintest hint of awe breathed into his voice; syd reaches up and touches the birthmark behind his ear, like it might just disappear or something, like it could react to knox's existence. it's actually just a nervous gesture, a comforting one, something that he used to do to ground himself in a moment, which he needs, desperately.
he still remembers knox kissed him before he left, his quick denial of it, but also the warmth of his arm around his waist, the sheer and utter despair syd had felt at the idea of losing his former patron. knox was a spoiled, occasionally useless, completely glitched lux brat, but in their time together with marie, he'd become...well, he'd changed enough to sacrifice himself, hadn't he.
syd swallows a lump in his throat. he hasn't cried since egan died; he won't do it again, now. this is joyful, right? a jubilee. how ironic.
he takes in a deep breath.] How did you... [ i saw you. ] Does Marie know?
canned laughter in the distance
You're alive. [ he starts with that, the faintest hint of awe breathed into his voice; syd reaches up and touches the birthmark behind his ear, like it might just disappear or something, like it could react to knox's existence. it's actually just a nervous gesture, a comforting one, something that he used to do to ground himself in a moment, which he needs, desperately.
he still remembers knox kissed him before he left, his quick denial of it, but also the warmth of his arm around his waist, the sheer and utter despair syd had felt at the idea of losing his former patron. knox was a spoiled, occasionally useless, completely glitched lux brat, but in their time together with marie, he'd become...well, he'd changed enough to sacrifice himself, hadn't he.
syd swallows a lump in his throat. he hasn't cried since egan died; he won't do it again, now. this is joyful, right? a jubilee. how ironic.
he takes in a deep breath.] How did you... [ i saw you. ] Does Marie know?