A string under my left ribs
Did anyone else notice how Silver referred to himself and Flint as a “we”, when talking about Billy? “Why are we not angry about this?”
Earlier in the season, Flint tells Billy that Silver would make it sound more palatable but that his will will govern. As in, me and Silver would be of a single mind, regardless, but he’s the one with the sweet words.
“There is no we,” they said.
And now they are we. As in, one.
To whatever extent their feelings for each other go, romantic, sexual, platonic, whatever you wish to call it or see it as (Flint you need so much therapy for that emotional constipation, I cant even. That’s one thing Silver doesn’t suffer from - he’s ravenous for everything. Eager. Hungry. Will drink from whatever well he sets his sights on until he’s bloated with it. You get what I’m hinting at here?) I think they see themselves as one now. Sides of the same coin.
Different but irrevocably tied to each other. In each other.
The love of each other’s life.
“I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere
under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were
to leave I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that
I’d take to bleeding inwardly.” Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë
The danger lies when that “we” reverts back to “there is no we”. When that cord of communion is forced to snap.