[ He says it like it is not something to be ashamed of. Like it isn't dangerous. Like it wasn't a dear... something that he murdered, but instead something in his way.
Silco had done a lot of work to justify who he had become. Left to rot in the dank and deep reaches of the undercity, it shouldn't be surprising that he had become something of a monster. It shouldn't be surprising that he had killed the man who tried to kill him. (Or Tried To, but hey that's not his fault.)
Silco had only done what he had to, to survive, to achieve a dream and a promise that he had long ago made. It was something necessary. A deep need, a drive.
Vander had let them rot. Silco would do nothing of the sort. ]
It is how we dispense justice, in a lawless place like the Undercity.
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[ He says it like it is not something to be ashamed of. Like it isn't dangerous. Like it wasn't a dear... something that he murdered, but instead something in his way.
Silco had done a lot of work to justify who he had become. Left to rot in the dank and deep reaches of the undercity, it shouldn't be surprising that he had become something of a monster. It shouldn't be surprising that he had killed the man who tried to kill him. (Or Tried To, but hey that's not his fault.)
Silco had only done what he had to, to survive, to achieve a dream and a promise that he had long ago made. It was something necessary. A deep need, a drive.
Vander had let them rot. Silco would do nothing of the sort. ]
It is how we dispense justice, in a lawless place like the Undercity.