[ Silco always wanted more. He always had. It's greed, perhaps, born from a life of having not enough of being asked to scramble and scrape for scraps. He'd clawed his way from mines and into revolution, lost it all, and kept scrambling, clawing for more with those greedy fingers that wanted to find something to make his. A city, a people, a daughter β who knew what else?
He asks questions because people always gave more than they intend away. He stared at him β as always, it is laser-focused, like drilling a bore into him. Like he could split him open and see what lie underneath his ruby red gaze.
Silco didn't think he deserved punishment for much in his life; despite what most thought. Everything he'd done, it had been for the cause for good and right reasons. But he knew what they all saw him as β that dirty little thing. They'd all tried to break him with that; with punishments, starvation, the mines, the drowning β
Could he punish him? Could he actually do something to make him break fully? He didn't think so. Silco's guiding star was greater than anything; his will was stronger.
Could he challenge him to try this way? He knew he could take it. ]
I might. Do you think you could break me? [ He tipped his chin upward, only slightly. ] Perhaps I would like to see you try.
[ He had such an ego, to think he could stand against it, but then again, hadn't Vergilius already seen? Despite his size, despite his weakness, he wasn't made of glass to shatter on first push. But he gives as good as he gets, doesn't he? ] Would you want to see what I do, if you did?
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He asks questions because people always gave more than they intend away. He stared at him β as always, it is laser-focused, like drilling a bore into him. Like he could split him open and see what lie underneath his ruby red gaze.
Silco didn't think he deserved punishment for much in his life; despite what most thought. Everything he'd done, it had been for the cause for good and right reasons. But he knew what they all saw him as β that dirty little thing. They'd all tried to break him with that; with punishments, starvation, the mines, the drowning β
Could he punish him? Could he actually do something to make him break fully? He didn't think so. Silco's guiding star was greater than anything; his will was stronger.
Could he challenge him to try this way? He knew he could take it. ]
I might. Do you think you could break me? [ He tipped his chin upward, only slightly. ] Perhaps I would like to see you try.
[ He had such an ego, to think he could stand against it, but then again, hadn't Vergilius already seen? Despite his size, despite his weakness, he wasn't made of glass to shatter on first push. But he gives as good as he gets, doesn't he? ] Would you want to see what I do, if you did?