[ There's a curious moment, a pause, where Silco's hackles rise, in reaction to the growling, simmering anger he feels from Amos, as if there is an escalation that will happen β because that is what will happen. There is no doubt in Silco's mind about that, even as β
Amos pauses, and Silco can feel it, the way he immediately backs down.
(Perhaps, having emotions is good?
No, it is the Exalts who are wrong.)
Though, as he softens, or perhaps concedes, and understands that Silco is not making this world to be burned down β it was never that, but he intended for it to be a place for those who sought, and hungered, to find places to succeed. To become more powerful. To give and take, but there is a philosophy there that is as much a part of Silco as anything else. ]
We will achieve it. Just as soon as we rip the remaining oracles from Meridian hands β and the rest of them, as well.
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Amos pauses, and Silco can feel it, the way he immediately backs down.
(Perhaps, having emotions is good?
No, it is the Exalts who are wrong.)
Though, as he softens, or perhaps concedes, and understands that Silco is not making this world to be burned down β it was never that, but he intended for it to be a place for those who sought, and hungered, to find places to succeed. To become more powerful. To give and take, but there is a philosophy there that is as much a part of Silco as anything else. ]
We will achieve it. Just as soon as we rip the remaining oracles from Meridian hands β and the rest of them, as well.