Black Sails - Silver/Flint
He thought he’d learnt, slowly, that hard lesson of living without a part of himself. He’d made adjustments, strengthened what needed to be strengthened to go on without it. He’d built himself up, he thought, to manage such loss. Still, he wasn’t prepared. Sailing away from all he built, he is forced to acknowledge what Flint took from him. What he is now without. The wound festers. All day now he mutters to himself (to Flint), musing, discussing. In his bitterness, it pleases him. He has kept as large a part of Flint as he has given away of himself.