Benzo's death was not even two months old. They had been friends and allies a long time, and he could still smell his blood and see it pooling on the cobblestones when he closed his eyes. Mingling with the coins that Silco had given to that little shit, Marcus. His expression had completely closed off as the topic remained on Ekko, and he took no pleasure in the boy making a nuisance of himself for the ruling party.

"Hmmm, murdering his adoptive parent does tend to set people against you and your cause," he agreed coldly. The tension had risen to being extremely obvious and he finally just butted out the cigarette a bit more aggressively than he normally would. "And you know poisoning the people, stepping on their throats and what other methods of control you all used. Leaves a bad taste in the mouth."

There was a time and a place for harsh methods. He agreed with that, and he had used them plenty in his youth. Things could be done quietly, of course. Even he and Benzo had in the twilight of their reign, but both of them preferred peaceful influences to keep the community intact.

"Ah, and will you be at the helm of this council of Zaun as well? I imagine you'll have to be in close contact with them to bring the voice of Zaun up." He lifted his beer and took a mouthful from it, swallowing. "Seems like you have bridges to build, and you have your choice."