Chapter 43: Silas Webb
Silas ca back the next morning.
He arrived the sa way he’d left, suddenly present, with no transition. He was standing at the edge of the base as if he’d been there for hours.
Alistair’s scan caught him this ti, but only because the man seed to be allowing it.
"I have a na," the man said.
He offered it without being asked, the way soone offers sothing they’ve been holding too tightly and has finally decided to set down.
"I am Silas Webb," he said.
He said the full na like he was reading it from a docunt he hadn’t looked at in a long ti.
Due noted it imdiately, and his settling gestures paused as the Characteristic registered a new known quantity in the room.
"Webb," Due repeated, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "I don’t know that na. I know most families in the Oasis."
"Nobody does," said Silas. "That’s the point. We were never ant to be a quantity anyone counted."
Silas’s presence in the base was strange in a way Alistair couldn’t imdiately define.
Conversations happened around him that the room seed to forget him in the middle of.
It wasn’t done rudely, but genuinely, the way you forget sothing that isn’t demanding to be rembered.
Alistair would look away from Silas to speak to Due, and when he looked back, he had a half-second of adjustnt.
It was the kind where his brain struggled to catch up to what his eyes already knew.
Due noticed the effect, and his settling gestures slowed each ti it happened. He adjusted his collar but said nothing about it.
However, the most interesting reaction was Elara’s.
She reached for Silas with Favor automatically, the way she reached for everyone, and she found nothing to anchor to. Her expression shifted.
"I can’t feel you," Elara said, and her voice carried a rare, sharp edge of wonder. "There’s no weight. Usually, I can feel everyone’s direction. But you’re just a gap."
Silas looked at her, and his face remained flat. "I know. It’s better that way, isn’t it? No tethers."
Alistair watched her watching Silas. He understood what was happening without needing it explained.
Elara’s Characteristic bent the world toward whoever she anchored, but Silas’s Characteristic made him impossible to anchor.
The two Characteristics t each other and produced nothing. For Elara, that was the most remarkable thing she’d experienced since joining Sun Harvest.
She looked at Silas differently after that.
Alistair recognized the expression; it was the look of soone who had just t the first person whose response to her she could be entirely certain about.
***
In the afternoon, Due explained what he knew about Absence.
"It is a passive drain," Due said, and his hands moved in a slow, circular settling gesture. "A Characteristic that grows stronger the less it is known. It feeds on isolation and diminishes with exposure. By all rights, Silas, you should be a ghost."
Silas sat on a stone at the base’s edge and listened without correcting anything.
His posture was relaxed in the careful way of soone who had learned to appear relaxed because appearing tense attracted questions.
"You’re describing the shell," Silas said. "You’re describing how I stay hidden. You aren’t describing what I can do."
Seeing this, Due’s settling gestures paused.
He looked at Silas with the expression of soone who recognized that his explanation was incomplete and was waiting to find out how.
Then Silas showed them.
It started small. A shadow near the wall didn’t move with the light source.
Alistair noticed it first, and his scan ran over it and returned nothing, the sa void it returned for Silas himself.
Then a second shadow appeared. Then a third.
The shadows started taking on shape and direction, behaving like extensions of sothing rather than just the absence of light.
They moved when Silas moved his hands, and they carried weight.
Alistair watched a stone shift slightly as a shadow passed under it.
They occupied space with a presence that was sohow more real than Silas’s own physical presence in the room.
"My scan is picking them up," Alistair said, and his voice was tight. "Silas, your shadows have more mass on my Equalizer than you do."
"Absence isn’t just what it sounds like," Silas said quietly. His voice had that controlled softness.
"It’s the space between things. Between light and dark. Between known and unknown. Between present and gone."
’Woah,’ thought Alistair, impressed by Silas’ way of talking. It was kind of cool.
He let a shadow extend across the floor. It passed through a beam of light without disrupting it.
"The shadows are real. They can carry things. They can be in places I’m not. If you don’t exist, you don’t have to follow the rules of the things that do."
Due watched with the expression of soone significantly revising an assessnt.
His settling gestures had stopped entirely.
Elara watched with an expression as she had just understood why a person who seed fragile by reputation had survived alone for such a long ti.
Alistair watched and thought, ’He seed weak, but he is not weak. He learned to seem weak because seeming weak was safer than the alternative. He’s smart.’
However, what interested Alistair most was the cost.
Each shadow Silas extended visibly dimd sothing in him.
The Characteristic was spending itself in the demonstration, and Silas was choosing to spend it, choosing to be known by three more people when being known was the thing that made him weaker.
"You’re fading," Elara whispered. "Stop. Every ti we look at them, you get heavier."
Silas didn’t stop until the point was made. He was buying trust with the currency of his own power, and he was doing it with his eyes open.
Following that, the shadows receded. Silas sat on his stone with his hands in his lap, looking slightly more tired than he had before the demonstration.
The cost was visible in him, not dramatic, but just a settling, like soone who had spent sothing they’d been saving for a long ti.
Alistair was honestly impressed.
It wasn’t the power that got to him, but the willingness to show it when showing it cost sothing real.
The base was quiet for a long ti. Due’s settling gestures resud at their slowest rhythm.
Elara sat down across from Silas and said nothing, which was its own kind of statent.
Eventually, Silas looked at all of them, then at Alistair specifically.
"Joining Sun Harvest costs the Characteristic," he said. "Every person who learns from
subtracts from it. You three knowing
already costs it."
He paused, and his breath was a slow, deliberate thing. "I’ve done the math. I know the number. I know exactly how many people can know my face before I am just a man again. Before, I had no way to hide."
He looked at his hands.
His expression was honest in the way that only people who have been alone long enough to stop performing can be honest.
"I’m trading the thing that kept
alive for so long," Silas said. "I need to know what I’m trading it for. Is this faction worth becoming visible for?"
Due’s collar adjusted. He looked at Alistair across the base, and at the sa mont, the air in the room felt heavy with the weight of the trade.
Alistair looked at Silas. He didn’t give the faction pitch, and he didn’t give the vision.
"It cost Due his neutrality," Alistair said. "It cost Elara her safety. It cost
the only objective lens I had left."
He stepped closer, and his scan ran over Silas one more ti, still finding nothing.
"I can’t tell you it’s worth it. I can only tell you that if you join, you won’t be the only one paying a price to be here. We’re all spending ourselves on this. In other words, we’re all in this."
Alistair smiled, catching Due and Elara by surprise. However, Silas felt happy. He felt genuine happiness.
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