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Goodbye, Yang. Hello, dearest immunity!
Silver was this close to securing victory. He just needed to focus... and-
"AH-"
Silver flinches, dropping the cog in his hand upon seeing Fake Candle. What was she still doing here? Silver huffs silently, staring into her dead, lifeless eyes. There are moments he almost forgets that she wasn't really Candle... it scared him to think he could forget what Candle looks like.
"Look, I don't know what you are, but your little interruption could have ruined everything! With his chaos back, his alliance will self-destruct, and I'll finally be-"
He trails off when he sees her extend her arm. And for a moment, she wasn't Fake Candle. She was just Candle. His dearest, most beloved Candle. Silver felt a soft smile reach his face as he took her hand with no hesitation. And in that moment, everything felt... right. Like she was here with him again.
He let her guide him. It didn't matter where they went, she could have carried him off, far away from the challenge, and he would have stuck by her side. Just the feeling of being with her... holding her hand, laughing alongside her like they used to when she was still here... Silver initially thought that winning the season would make him and all the other contestants believe that he's worth something, but if Candle believed he was worth something, perhaps that was enough. If he wanted to be worth something to anyone... it'd be Candle.
But when Silver saw where she was leading him... no-
"No!" He jerks away from now Fake Candle, "No amount of faith will get me to do THAT."
He turns away when he sees Fake Candle start to frown. Even if she wasn't really Candle... it hurt to see her upset because of him. But nevertheless, he HAD to do this. He HAD to win the challenge, win the competition... if it would make people think he's worth something...
Silver stubbornly walks off, "I can do this WITHOUT you."
But as he did, Silver glanced at his own hand, if only for a moment. He thought of how perfectly Candle's hand fit interlocked with his own... and how right it felt to put his faith in her hands. Silver pulls the crystal and tuning fork out. Candle's gift. Every time he heard its chime... he could hear Candle.
"Oh, Silver. How I've missed your random humors!"
That faint little chime seemed to echo her former words to him. And God, how he missed her so.