having seen this shazzart (there are light fingers spoilers, be warned) I feel the need to voice my pet theory that silverers can aspire to a truly unique flavor of Fucked Up.
like don't get me wrong - they're not the only profession that can be Fucked Up, nor are they even Fucked Up by default like licentiates and midnighters are. but when a silverer does go Fucked Up, their flavor of Fucked Up is one like no other, a particular je ne sais quoi of Awful that no other profession can truly manage to replicate
because consider: the primal vulnerability of sleep. the uncomfortably personal experience of dreaming, made tolerable by the fact that it's ostensibly contained within your brain. imagine if it wasn't. imagine someone who could just saunter into your dreams, no matter where or when you sleep. imagine someone who could see all of your terrors and all of your desires, the desperation you keep locked away in waking life, splattered all over your dreamscape like rubies. imagine someone who could seize control: your nightmares at their heel, your helpless, uncomprehending mind at their mercy.
imagine if they relished it.
on a similar note, I believe that silverers can aspire to a truly unique flavor of Horny. (with the same caveats: not the only profession that can be Horny, not every silverer is Horny by default, etc.) for many of the same reasons, even. take that how you will