[ Vander is trying to distract him. He can see it. Talk about a meaningless thing -- who the Lanes belonged to, he claimed them as his as if it hadn't been theirs. As if his hands hadn't toiled to build it too. As if he hadn't had a part in it. As if they weren't just as much his. He hated that Vander called what had been both of their work his, but then again, most in the Undercity had forgotten him when had drowned him, hadn't they? Vander had staked a claim, so they were his.
Not that Silco had been able to fight it, given how he had been tossed aside. He'd been lucky to escape with his life. He'd had to take to the rest of the undercity. The places the Lanes covered like a thick veneer over rust.
He's trying to distract him. Silco didn't let him. He leaned forward, and said with a soft controlled voice -- some of that confidence he'd seen back when he first arrived. When he'd talked about Legacy .]
Oh? Why, I hadn't known... [ his voice is mocking, a threat implied with it. The threat is that if silco sounds confident, instead of roiling with anger, then perhaps he is more dangerous than anticipated. Vander shoved him against the wall, and he grunted in pain at the way his back nearly cracked.]
Please. Do not treat me like a fool. Do you think I don't know everything about -- [ my daughter ] -- Jinx?
I didn't fill her head with anything that wasn't true. [ All of it. The anger, the rage, the spite. Had he told her much about the past? Not more than necessary, but the again... The hurt had been enough to stay his tongue even then.] All I did was free her.
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Not that Silco had been able to fight it, given how he had been tossed aside. He'd been lucky to escape with his life. He'd had to take to the rest of the undercity. The places the Lanes covered like a thick veneer over rust.
He's trying to distract him. Silco didn't let him. He leaned forward, and said with a soft controlled voice -- some of that confidence he'd seen back when he first arrived. When he'd talked about Legacy .]
Oh? Why, I hadn't known... [ his voice is mocking, a threat implied with it. The threat is that if silco sounds confident, instead of roiling with anger, then perhaps he is more dangerous than anticipated. Vander shoved him against the wall, and he grunted in pain at the way his back nearly cracked.]
Please. Do not treat me like a fool. Do you think I don't know everything about -- [ my daughter ] -- Jinx?
I didn't fill her head with anything that wasn't true. [ All of it. The anger, the rage, the spite. Had he told her much about the past? Not more than necessary, but the again... The hurt had been enough to stay his tongue even then.] All I did was free her.