Silver breathed a small sigh of relief at Phoebe’s lack of care for his lack of magical skill. Seriously, does anything shake this woman up? She’d been all pleasant smiles and polite speech ever since she found out the news. Even her reaction to the bad news was less than what he expected. Is she okay? Though maybe it was because he was used to being surrounded by loud drama queens for the last few years. But he would keep an eye on Phoebe, mostly since he hadn’t witnessed her confiding to any friends. Keeping those kinds of emotions internal was never good for you. He did flinch a bit at the ‘alone’ part, but then reminded himself that his mother was absent from his life a lot as well.
“Ya, that’s definitely a thing to bond over. My dad never had much trouble since his magic was about making force fields, but I sure did. I swear I only have long hair right now because there's less of a chance of it being burnt off.” He jokes to her to lighten both of their moods as they approach the stand.
It was a good thing Phoebe had a grip on his arm because Silver had an urge to drag his heels, or just straight up flee from the situation. He was surprised to see that a girl who looked a bit older than him had arrived while they were distracted and was currently yelling at the man who most definitely resembled the two women. Mary seemed to take after Phoebe and their mother, all curves, black eyes and black hair that matched together nicely. Dammit, why did the sisters have to be hot and related to him?! One or the other would have been fine but both? Messing with his head that’s what it is. Then he was distracted from his fuming thoughts when Phoebe introduced him and the swordsman resisted giving her A Look for how it could be perceived. Not that his intro to Phoebe was any better, he had almost hit on her, but she had more time to prepare than him. Then to resisted to give Phoebe another look at the incredibly blunt way she put things. Then upon remembering how he broke the news he instantly forgives her since she didn’t tree-murder him at the time, only caused a small local earthquake.
He violently flinched at Mary’s reaction and prepared for a ball of fire to come his way, what a weird thing to be nostalgic about, but the girl just stormed away. Well, that was probably a bad sign, but at least it was one less thing to immediately deal with, as cruel as the thought was. Silver definitely wasn’t in a position to run after her anyways. Then he looked at the man in front of him and immediately felt a rush of pity, which he tried to hide. The man looked exhausted, worn and most of all heartbroken, just as Phoebe had said. In front of him was a breaking man who was just barely not broken. The news of his wife’s infidelity was not helping in the least. Then the man said those utterly heartbreaking words and shocked tears sprang to his eyes causing Silver to turn his head away from them to hide it, forgetting that it was rude to do so in Fiore. Was this man a saint or something? That’s what he says after hearing such news?
“N-no, I mean.” He stutters in shock, then swipes at his eyes with the sleeve of his yukata and then after a few moments of silence turns toward the man.
“I’m not sure what Phoebe told you but… I’ve had more time to process it. Thank you for your concern, I am very grateful.” The swordsman says with a formal Sinian bow, going back to his home countries over-polite ways. Shaking himself of that he gets up from the bow and continues to talk, not looking the man in the eye as was polite in Sin.
“Y-your wife was only there to help my sibling and I, and the situation we were in made it hard… I’m not trying to make excuses but please just know she was thinking of you and your daughters and was very eager to get back to you. I’m deeply sorry for your loss. I can only blame my own weakness for her death, and you may do the same if you wish.” His hands were shaking but Silver tried to hide it by putting them in his yukata sleeves. He hoped practically saying that the Rainsworth’s were his mother’s favorites might help things a bit, though he actually wasn’t sure if that was the case. Silver liked to think that she loved both families equally and was just with his at the wrong time. The guilt that if he hadn’t been such a weak burden or if they hadn’t been in crisis at the time meant that this man wouldn’t have lost a wife and the sisters a mother ate at him. He knew Mei had felt the same at the time, though he wasn’t sure if his lost sister knew about the truth about the late Ms. Rainsworth.