[ Did he listen to himself? ]

I wasn't the one who tossed me out first, Vander — [ Another attempt at a kick, trying to squirm and worm his way out from his grip. ] — You already made it clear it couldn't be the both of us. I acted accordingly.

[ After all, he couldn't come back to the Lanes. Not when the man who tried to kill him had already taken it over. Not when his fight wasn't welcome. Not when he had already made the choice for them both. Silco may have finished the fight years later, but he hadn't started it.

But it's a good segway. His lips curl into something that's almost manic. ]

Her sister? The one that abandoned her? [ This is something he believes just as much as she does. Or did. Silco knew that she had only recently come back — after all, it is Vi's interference that had led to everything crashing down around them. He loathed the sister, hated her, for what she had done to his daughter — to him. ]

She took what they gave her, and she let it make her strong. Maybe you should think about the fact that it resonated so much that she sought to turn it into a weapon.

[ A kick, for good measure, with the word. ] Sound like anyone you know?

[ His smile now was sharp, and mean. He'd only give him so much, and each nugget of information was practically wrested from him. ]