[ The room is simple, and small. It fits Silco just fine, but with Vergilius in here, it suddenly feels crowded. Like there isn't enough space, and he's used to more cramped places than this, but he's also been acclimated to larger. He isn't used to sharing tight quarters with others. ]

Oh, that? Medication.

[ Of a sort. His personal shimmer variant. He tapped the skin beneath his eye, and even in the dim light it's hard to miss the needle poking out of the brass housing. It's easy to imagine how it's applied.

Without violence forcing honesty... It was difficult to know where to start. He looked at him for another moment that seemed to stretch out, before finally: ]

As for the argument, do you feel so lessened by what happened? I know how...little you think of them -- us. Do you still think that? Is control difficult to come by?

[ He asks, knowing he has done little to corral his own hunger.]