[ The very near silent scoff escapes, and Silco's lips do this thing where it's almost a smile, an overconfident smirk, but it never quite makes it. Like his thin lips almost, almost lift, before it just vanishes back into the dour look he always had.

That eye stares at Accelerator. ]

Pick a fight?

[ His shoulders shake. ] Yes, I suppose we did. And then, when all was said and done, and we were all licking our wounds afterward, I was the one that paid the price. [ They all did, really, but. well. Silco certainly saw it as himself, given... ]

Someone I was close to decided to take their anger out on me over the result. [ he reached up and tapped his finger against the scar underneath. ] He tried to kill me, but like with most things, he was ineffective at best.

[ Silco... may not uh have the best opinion of vander rn ]