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"You knew me for 16 years; you should know if I'd look good in gold or not. Remember that time I wore a gold tracksuit to the school dance when we were... I dunno, 13? I thought it looked cool. I looked ridiculous. Gold doesn't suit me. You need to be cool to pull something like that off, I'm not cool right now," he snorted, resting his head on his hand as the other arm rested on the table, his eyes tacking in the bruises around his wrists calmly. He had grown so used to seeing bruises on his body that the sight didn't concern him, and the mild pain really didn't bother him either. It was a reminder that he had fought hard to escape the restraints and, above that, it was good evidence to show the leader when they found him.
He wasn't fighting at the moment. He was recalling past memories with a quiet smile on his face, but it wasn't genuine. Recalling the past he had fought to forget wasn't easy to do, but it was necessary if he wanted to look like he was still Nico; still the boy Eros knew deep down. It was important to do that to eventually get his freedom the right way.
"...They're going to find you, Eros. My family. I'm not reminding you to be smug about it; it's just inevitable. I don't know how you're going to fight them off," he admitted quietly, his smile conveniently fading so he didn't look too happy about the idea. "Now you look strong, but... you aren't naive enough to think you can kill them, are you?"
He wasn't fighting at the moment. He was recalling past memories with a quiet smile on his face, but it wasn't genuine. Recalling the past he had fought to forget wasn't easy to do, but it was necessary if he wanted to look like he was still Nico; still the boy Eros knew deep down. It was important to do that to eventually get his freedom the right way.
"...They're going to find you, Eros. My family. I'm not reminding you to be smug about it; it's just inevitable. I don't know how you're going to fight them off," he admitted quietly, his smile conveniently fading so he didn't look too happy about the idea. "Now you look strong, but... you aren't naive enough to think you can kill them, are you?"