Yes, mine. [They could argue the point all they wanted, and he had no doubt that Silco would jump into that with both feet. It would dredge up the past, the Day of Ash, the nattering as their buried their dead which lead to the fall out he had lived to regret every day thereafter.] You poisoned the Lanes, remember? I expect you took over the Last Drop, though what's this I hear about a statue?
[He scoffed at the absurdity of a statue, at the idea that Silco had even allowed it to be erected. Sevika had said it was huge and impressive, which meant that it was in a place and large enough to create the kind of eyesore he would dislike for himself. That Silco let it rise on that man's watch was a point he could dig at as he held Silco against the wall with one hand.
Instead, he found himself staring at that familiar furious face. It was just like their first encounter here. Yet, that suffusing of more told him everything he needed to know.
It was Powder. Silco had taken her in after he had died, raised her, but in turn, she had become a chic in that armour.]
It seems like it's the name you put on her. Did she tell you where that name came from, hmm? [He should have put a stop to it, but he had expected the children to work it out as all kids should.] It's an insult. Did you fill her head with nonsense to get her to accept such a name?
[He hissed at the kick, shifting his weight but otherwise refused to move. He shoved Silco harder on the wall instead. He'd accept bruises and battering; he was used to that.]
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[He scoffed at the absurdity of a statue, at the idea that Silco had even allowed it to be erected. Sevika had said it was huge and impressive, which meant that it was in a place and large enough to create the kind of eyesore he would dislike for himself. That Silco let it rise on that man's watch was a point he could dig at as he held Silco against the wall with one hand.
Instead, he found himself staring at that familiar furious face. It was just like their first encounter here. Yet, that suffusing of more told him everything he needed to know.
It was Powder. Silco had taken her in after he had died, raised her, but in turn, she had become a chic in that armour.]
It seems like it's the name you put on her. Did she tell you where that name came from, hmm? [He should have put a stop to it, but he had expected the children to work it out as all kids should.] It's an insult. Did you fill her head with nonsense to get her to accept such a name?
[He hissed at the kick, shifting his weight but otherwise refused to move. He shoved Silco harder on the wall instead. He'd accept bruises and battering; he was used to that.]