Grouse Thicket thou bleeding piece of earth

The silver fae spoke, but her words did not appear to be directed towards him. Nevertheless, he allowed the corner of his mouth to quirk upwards in the bare beginnings of a smile and he dipped his head in an imperceptible nod. When she looked back, her gaze was sharp, and his smile grew just a tad bit wider, quietly admiring her attempt at regaining control in this situation. Not many would be able to achieve what she did, especially if they had feelings for someone who was locked away in the mind of another. 

She spoke, requesting him to tell her more than riddles, and proceeded to drill him with numerous questions. Sargent's lips hitched upwards, and he averted his gaze for a moment, eyes lowered, before lifting upwards to meet her sterling orbs once more. "I don't think it's quite fair that you know my name, but I don't know yours," he murmured softly, yet loudly at the sametime, and his eyes danced with unfathomable amusement. "Nevertheless, I will answer your questions."

And so, he canted his head and surveyed her with intelligent, yet shadowy green eyes and he smiled a cold smile of a fallen angel, "Without me, Nico cannot live, because despite what he wants to believe, he knows, deep inside, that without me, he is not whole, and he cannot survive. I am the part of him that he suppresses, the part that he thinks he can live without, when in reality, he can't." Sargent's ears cupped forwards and he leaned towards her, muscles shifting beneath his pelt, "I am here because Nico suffered, and he, himself couldn't cope. I am his coping mechanism; I'm here, because he needs me, though he might not think he does, and perhaps, in his own twisted manner, he wants me here as well."

Sargent's maw parted, and he let loose a soft sigh, the smile still lingering on his lips, "And I need him as well, because without him, I am not much, I'll admit that. Still," he tilted his head, a thoughtful look flitting over his angular features, "I think Nico doesn't want me here because he's ashamed of me, and he's selfish. Not in the way that you might define selfishness, because, in that aspect, he is selfless, but in other manners, he is selfish," Sargent cocked his head inquisitively. "Although, to be honest, I'm not sure why he would be ashamed of me. I am part of him, after all, and him, me."

His gaze wandered for a moment, and he shifted his weight between his paws, tail waving idly behind him. It was only after some seconds of contemplation did he turn his gaze back on the silver fae that believed she loved Nico, and smile a small smile, "Does that answer your question, sweetheart?"