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The dim lighting in The Raven's Nest did little to mask the weary lines etched into Silas's face as he leaned against the bar, his hazel eyes fixed on a spot only he could see. "Another whiskey, Silas?" asked the bartender, her voice gentle as she refilled his glass. Silas nodded, the movement almost imperceptible, his full attention still lost in whatever memories haunted him. He had come here tonight seeking solace from the ghosts of his past, a refuge from the weight of years spent playing the deadly game of espionage. But now, an unexpected guest had arrived at the Nest, an old friend with a name that sent shockwaves through Silas's worn soul: Rory. Rory's reflection stared back at him from the bar's mirror, a stranger's eyes peering out from a face he once knew so well. It had been over a decade since he had last laid eyes on her, a lifetime ago when they were younger versions of themselves, still holding onto the naivety of youth. In his mind, he remembered her as a fiery rebel, with a sharp wit and an even sharper tongue. Now, she sat across from him in a borrowed dress a size too small, a different sort of fire in her eyes. "Rory, is it really you?" Silas asked, his voice a rough whisper. "In the flesh," she replied, a tough laugh. He drank her in hungrily, seeing the threads of dried blood at the hems of her sleeves and the caked mud on her hands. He shouldn't have asked her to come to him, to ask for his help. Lord knew the trouble she would bring on their doorstep, but unspoken words danced limbo-like on his tongue, one way or another, a life would bleed ... and only one could survive. "I've missed you, Silas," Rory said, leaning in closer, the strangers on either side of them lost in their own sultry, boozy conversations around the bar. "I missed this." "I couldn't stay, Rory. You know that. Someone always had to pay." A flash of understanding flickered across her face and then was gone, replaced by a flickering sadness. "Pay? For what, Silas? For loving you? For fighting for you?" He snorted darkly. Love. Laughter."Don't be daft. You don't love me. You couldn't if you tried. No one could." When she didn't respond, he pressed forward, drunk on cheap whiskey and bitter self-loathing, and a fury that never let him forget. "You wanted me to live, Rory, even if you didn't want to live in the world I left you in. You traded your ring for my life, even if you never wanted to wear it. Even if you never meant to." Rory lifted her chin, meeting Silas's steely gaze unflinchingly. "I don't regret it, Silas. Not for a second. I know you were guarded, still are, I know you pushing me away like I'd live through another day, but I'm not broken. The heart is so much stronger than you think. Fuck me for loving you." "And I am only sorry," he volatility, his voice breaking as he voice dropped, spilling with unchecked emotion. "for breaking you in the process of keeping you alive. I am sorry...I let the devil himself walk into your life because it meant we'd both survive." "Evan," Rory growled, a murderous petrichor. "I know." No. Silas searched her face. She couldn't know. He had a man on the inside, he'd regret every goddamn day if he didn't let her go. Too much dirt. Too much heat. But then, as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by a smirk. "He knew the drill Silas. You'd wipe the hard drive clean. Reset the frequency. When I told him, he laughed, and said so much for your coveted network." "Goddammit." Silas swore. He knew Rory wasn't upstairs dealing for his hookers. Slowly, deliberately, Rory placed one of her hands over his. "He didn't have the same strict feeling as you did, Silas. Not inside. Not like you." Silas stared down at where their hands rested together. He knew Rory was dead as she spoke, but now, as she looked at him, he could see her, really see her. He could see the mirror image of himself staring back at him, colored with memories so vivid they sullied the paper. "I've missed you," he whispered, his words soaked in a decade's worth of regret. Rory's lips curved upwards at the ghost of a smile. "You don't miss the drinks, this place, or the connection yet. I know I don't." "I deserve this pain, you know. "I see you come in here, Silas; I see the fights you had with yourself. But I see you, and I see the fights you will have. The weight of wishing to die alone, but living because you won't." He couldn't hold her gaze, so he nodded down at their clasped hands. "It's going to kill you, you know. The guilt." "Yes, but if you don't stop, another life will bleed, Silas, and we both know neither of us will be able to survive." "I can't." "Why?" "I don't know who I am without my pain, Rory. I know I pay every day, but that's just it, she's there. Hiding under my sorrow. Fuck me for knowing."