[ Silco doesn't wince, though he does blink (wink) with one of his eyes. The other one stares at him, long and hard. He watches the cage's bottom drop. He doesn't try to save him (what can he do?) but he does start speaking.

Because god, if there's something Silco's good at, it's justifying his crimes. ]

Is that what you think it is? Murder? [ He doesn't know what hell is, but that's fine. Probably a place for murderers. (silco...) ]

It is a due paid in full, and nothing less. [ Is that a confession? The thing doesn't think so. ] For an attempt on my life. For the crime of disagreement. For being inconveninent.

[ For getting people killed, but he doesn't say that. Maybe that would have lowered it. ]

Ah, but that's not good enough for our jailer, is it? [ he looked at Carver, well, at the cage, expecting him to hang on. ]

An insufficient confession, hm? And yet, lucky you. You're free.

[ Kind of????????? ]