[He waits, patiently, for Silco to begin. He himself leans against the wall, arms folded, waiting. His gaze holds steady, red as anything.]
[That line brings no reaction. No horror, no shock, no disgust.]
And why would you do something like that?
[His tone is almost bordering on casual - after all, he himself just confessed to killing many before. Fathers, mothers, parents. All have ended by his hand.]
[One father by Silco's hand pales to it, by quantity alone.]
no subject
[That line brings no reaction. No horror, no shock, no disgust.]
And why would you do something like that?
[His tone is almost bordering on casual - after all, he himself just confessed to killing many before. Fathers, mothers, parents. All have ended by his hand.]
[One father by Silco's hand pales to it, by quantity alone.]