[ Silco's newer vampiric nature means it takes him longer to tire, but the damage was already long-done before he arrived in Kenos, or Horos, or even before he'd reached adulthood. Years of cigars, toxins, and harsh dust and sediments meant he was a creature with too-weak lungs and by the time they were halfway, he was breathing a bit harder. Playing it off still, but breathing hard.

To Tezca, it was like a signal flare. ]

I had to fight this world for you to even arrive, apparently. I suppose it should not be surprising that it decided to cull too much from you as well.

[ Silco did not sound like he had a good opinion of Kenos, but perhaps it was a personal offense that this world continued to get its way. ]

That is why something better needs to replace it sooner, rather than later.