[ Speaking of calculations Matt couldn't guess at: why did Silco even want him here? It seemed unlikely that he felt a genuine desire for his company. The paranoid part of Matt's brain (an increasing portion) thought it had to be because Silco knew Matt hated all this, despite the fact that Matt hadn't actually said as much to anyone but Liem. However Silco had gleaned the knowledge, then, he wanted to humiliate him, or to watch him hurt, or he viewed this standoff here at Flora's as some kind of hazing or dare.
But as unsettling as Silco's possible motivations were, they didn't actually matter.
She trusts you.
Flora mattered. Nervous Flora, whose hands created such startling and marvelous things. Who had been torn, during the days of the Innocence, between safeguarding her artwork and getting to safety. If she had to be arrested and tried and put to death--and she did, because Matt could maybe stop one Kenoma, but he couldn't stop everyone, and then what?--wasn't it better if he were there with her? An Aion who at least cared about her?
This whole world had to die eventually.
After another pause, Matt answered: ]
Sure. [ With the kind of careful calm that could come off as disinterest. It was a tone he manifested for interminable dinners with his family and their wealthy friends, when stating his real opinions wasn't an option but fully disguising them was impossible. ] What do you need my help with, exactly? Shield spell, levitation, live fire ... diplomacy?
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But as unsettling as Silco's possible motivations were, they didn't actually matter.
She trusts you.
Flora mattered. Nervous Flora, whose hands created such startling and marvelous things. Who had been torn, during the days of the Innocence, between safeguarding her artwork and getting to safety. If she had to be arrested and tried and put to death--and she did, because Matt could maybe stop one Kenoma, but he couldn't stop everyone, and then what?--wasn't it better if he were there with her? An Aion who at least cared about her?
This whole world had to die eventually.
After another pause, Matt answered: ]
Sure. [ With the kind of careful calm that could come off as disinterest. It was a tone he manifested for interminable dinners with his family and their wealthy friends, when stating his real opinions wasn't an option but fully disguising them was impossible. ] What do you need my help with, exactly? Shield spell, levitation, live fire ... diplomacy?