[ See, Silco likes plausible deniability. It's what allows him to play this game where he pretends he doesn't know all of the little details of what is going on. It means he can look at the members of the Kowloon council in the eye, and say that it is not his doing, and perhaps those who were still loyal to Meridian, or who had sympathies, might want to eradicate those, if Yura was starting to tip it in Zenith's favor. After all, they all knew here his loyalties lay.

There's the impression of a sigh, as if Amos is really putting him out, for forcing him to give up his little game.

It's all dramatics, of course. Silco had always intended to help Amos for this. Always, because it was in his interest too. ]

Do you know what day you're planning? That is truly all you need to provide. [ It's short, clipped, businesslike. None of that same amusement or coyness now. The sharp cold industrialist that lies underneath the pretense and cattiness. The man who'd made a threat of poor street kids and criminals twice now. ]

The legionary will be distracted plenty, and in the meantime, we whittle away their numbers, bit by bit. They can only fight so many off, after all. For those whom do not frequent Ryad, we've ramped up our production of shimmer as well.

[ A thoughtful sound, or perhaps the impression of one in communion. ]

Speaking of: Do you think you will have need, to deal with our dear Cyrus?