[ Surgical is one way to say it, the way Sebastian's words cut against that open wound that lay at Silco's heart, the one weakness the man tried so hard to cover, but those that had an inkling could see it clear as day, and Sebastian had a map to lash at it whenever he wished. It would not be difficult to notice that Silco had not purchased his own house, or that if he was in Highstorm, he was much more reclusive, and stuck to his quarters more. He could say it was doing paperwork, strategizing, or any number of tasks, but...

Well. Sebastian knew better. The tightening of his jaw may as well have been a neon sign pointing toward it, and the way his fist tightened at his side. ]

Power only comes to those who will do anything to seize it.

[ He says, his tone carefully neutral. He would have given anything but that, of course, in a heartbeat. He cannot imagine being this desperate to summon Sebastian in his own world. Then again, if he had been younger, perhaps... perhaps...

He'd been on the cusp of it on his own, he justifies. He, and Jinx, and Shimmer -- the entire operation. They just had to weather... everything. The Sister, the heightened tensions, it would have happened. It's used as a balm, to soothe his ire, that flash of fire from an unblinking eye, before he smiled smoothly, hands gesturing, moving along to more pleasant talk -- people he hated! ]

Ah, yes. I would suspect so. What a shame that would be, hm? [ A scoff. ] Although I have been known to work with them if needed. Hatred does not keep me from reaching my goals.

[ Except. You know. The Vander thing. ]

Better that he is not here then, hm? Would he be pleased to be out of your contract, if he arrived?