[As far as the overconfidence. He scoffs - how interesting for the both of them. They're similar in that regard, stubborn old roots that refuse to be undermined by just anyone. Silco laughs at Vergilius thinking of breaking him, and so does Vergilius laugh at Silco in turn. Perhaps it isn't possible. But the trying, is that worth it? Would anything come of it? Or does it just scratch a pleasurable little itch they have no name for?]
[Nobody has ever looked at Vergilius like Silco has, as defiant as a mountain. Perhaps that's the crux of it. It's that gall that he wants to crush like an egg in the fist.]
[Now he's exerting more effort in pulling off that hand, his own scarred fingers digging in, threatening to crack bones like sticks.]
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[As far as the overconfidence. He scoffs - how interesting for the both of them. They're similar in that regard, stubborn old roots that refuse to be undermined by just anyone. Silco laughs at Vergilius thinking of breaking him, and so does Vergilius laugh at Silco in turn. Perhaps it isn't possible. But the trying, is that worth it? Would anything come of it? Or does it just scratch a pleasurable little itch they have no name for?]
[Nobody has ever looked at Vergilius like Silco has, as defiant as a mountain. Perhaps that's the crux of it. It's that gall that he wants to crush like an egg in the fist.]
[Now he's exerting more effort in pulling off that hand, his own scarred fingers digging in, threatening to crack bones like sticks.]
What would you get out of this challenge, Silco?