Both Silver and Tony sat in the depths of their connected being in shock. This was not like being in a bell and waiting for it to be struck, this was an entire transplant into another soul, a soul that it wasn't possible to recognize until after. They both knew exactly who they had just been, but neither wanted to admit it. Silver was unable to keep the resentment out of his thoughts, and Tony was defensive of Pepper's actions, and the two of them knew that contention was pointless, so they sat there and bristled, at each other until there was no more waiting.