[He chose this path. He solidified himself into it. He was but a colossus, trudging along to the inevitable end. All for them.]
[And if anyone got in his way...]
[Well.]
[Silco would feel the same way. What a mirror he has. The man's hand rests on his, and he feels the light weight of it, the warmth, sink in for a moment.]
[A moment, and his other hand moves to shift around the back of the man's neck to pull him in close, a semblance of an embrace. Even monsters deserve something like this, perhaps.]
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[And if anyone got in his way...]
[Well.]
[Silco would feel the same way. What a mirror he has. The man's hand rests on his, and he feels the light weight of it, the warmth, sink in for a moment.]
[A moment, and his other hand moves to shift around the back of the man's neck to pull him in close, a semblance of an embrace. Even monsters deserve something like this, perhaps.]
Nothing can. Over our dead bodies.