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Silver hesitated as they looked through the crack in the doorway, watching the scene play out.
Quinn was on the floor, clothes torn and filthy, a deep cut across her face, a clear sign that there had been a fight, and she was losing. There was a sudden movement to the left as Darius stalked towards Quinn, knife in hand. An unspoken threat lingering in the air.
"Did you ever find out what happened to that-" he paused,making a face of faux disgust "-annoying mutt of a friend you had?"
There was a sharp intake of breath at the implication of that statement, coming from Quinn's direction, "no... you didn't?" Her voice sounded wet, despite no tears falling.
"Oh, me? I, personally, haven't done anything to them, but... well... they were backed into a corner and people tend to do bad things when they are trying to survive and, as you should know, hungry dogs never do stay loyal."
That was when Silver decided to walk out, to join Darius. Their long,black hair had been roughly chopped at the shoulders, greying at the roots. Scars were visible across their face and forearms, where the rest would be being covered by their leather jacket, which was sporting the same logo that was on Darius's shirt. Their most prominent scar went from the just below their right eye to just above their collar bone which they knew Quinn would recognise, after all, it was the last gift that their, supposed, best friend had given them.
"Silver-" Quinn started but was quickly cut off.
"Don't! I don't want to hear any of your guilt filled saviour complex bull, I mean-" they chuckled though there was no humour in their voice "I may have made a deal with the devil, but you the one who abandoned me at the gates of Hell"