[ Just as stubborn, just as cantankerous. He wouldn't crumble for just anyone.
Like a wily little thing, he smiles in the face of danger, and maybe Vergilius is the danger. He's certainly dangerous, and Silco is well aware of the danger he poses to him. His hand on his wrist, starting to grip, as if he could snap his bones with a simple squeeze. He could, Silco knew. He could snap him in two.
He didn't move, even now. Daring him. ]
What do I get out of this?
[ He repeats it, like it's an actual question, but it's clear he already knows. His fingers tighten, like he's casting a snare to catch him and wind him in.]
For the opportunity to free you, of course. From what holds you back.
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Like a wily little thing, he smiles in the face of danger, and maybe Vergilius is the danger. He's certainly dangerous, and Silco is well aware of the danger he poses to him. His hand on his wrist, starting to grip, as if he could snap his bones with a simple squeeze. He could, Silco knew. He could snap him in two.
He didn't move, even now. Daring him. ]
What do I get out of this?
[ He repeats it, like it's an actual question, but it's clear he already knows. His fingers tighten, like he's casting a snare to catch him and wind him in.]
For the opportunity to free you, of course. From what holds you back.
[ From that guilt. ]