[ Vergilius likes to take the wind out of his sails when it comes to his monologues. At least Jinx listens do them. And does the 'hand talking' thing but w/e ]
I know.
[ His eyes shift to the rest of the room, and then back to him. That felt longer ago than he would care to admit. When he'd... hm. Been so bold as to hold his hand, talking about ending the world. The possibility of such destruction still fresh in his mind, a nascent possibility that withered and died on the vine. ]
Do you think you will find it? The end of all of your fighting?
[ Was he tired? Silco refused to think of himself as tired, or worn. Would Vergilius? ]
no subject
I know.
[ His eyes shift to the rest of the room, and then back to him. That felt longer ago than he would care to admit. When he'd... hm. Been so bold as to hold his hand, talking about ending the world. The possibility of such destruction still fresh in his mind, a nascent possibility that withered and died on the vine. ]
Do you think you will find it? The end of all of your fighting?
[ Was he tired? Silco refused to think of himself as tired, or worn. Would Vergilius? ]
Is it nearly in your hands, yet?