So you can feel a spot of regret in that blackened coal heart of yours. Who knew.

[Not even said judgmentally, but almost matter-of-factly. Here is Silco. Even at the end of everything, he's as human as the rest of them. For better and for worse.]

[A little sigh, a shift of his head causing his bangs to fall in front of those unnatural gem-like eyes of his.]

And how did she come to you, after your bloody deed was done? Did you swoop in and take responsibility?