[ He says outright. ] Use your lighter, or don't smoke.
[ He remembered the practice well. Perhaps if he was in a better mood he would have been amenable β but who are we kidding? He's never in a better mood β and he shuts down the request automatically. He puffed on his cigar, challenging him to do otherwise, which aw probably the unwise thing to do, but he does it anyway, his good eye at a bored half-mast.
Vander seems to know enough to put together some of his plans, because they could always predict for one another. Silco could see Vander for what he was too, but he held that back for the moment, waiting for the opportunity to point out the things he could see. He would wait, however, like a little spider at the center of his web. Silco wasn't about to let anything he'd captured out without timing it perfectly.
Which is why he stared up at him, he crossed a leg, and let him go on and on about what he assumed.
He was right, in some aspects. Some he wasn't. People could go back, after all, or vanish. What if that happened to Jinx? What if she vanished and went back to where she came from? He couldn't take a chance of that, so he did care, because nothing here was a guarantee.
He couldn't chance that his daughter would return, only to die. ]
Do you spend a lot of time gossiping about me?
[ He asked, finally. ] I can understand taking it personally when I killed you, but I'd suggest you indulge in better hobbies, Vander. It can't be healthy.
[ Says Silco, king of NeverLettingGoEverlandia. He drew in another long pull of smoke, before he blew it out. ]
Do you really think I'm going to share with you anything I'm working on, really? Or is this just because you're hoping I'll let my tongue loosen enough to inadvertently tell you something? Come now. If you don't think of me as a fool, then do me the service of treating me like you don't.
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[ He says outright. ] Use your lighter, or don't smoke.
[ He remembered the practice well. Perhaps if he was in a better mood he would have been amenable β but who are we kidding? He's never in a better mood β and he shuts down the request automatically. He puffed on his cigar, challenging him to do otherwise, which aw probably the unwise thing to do, but he does it anyway, his good eye at a bored half-mast.
Vander seems to know enough to put together some of his plans, because they could always predict for one another. Silco could see Vander for what he was too, but he held that back for the moment, waiting for the opportunity to point out the things he could see. He would wait, however, like a little spider at the center of his web. Silco wasn't about to let anything he'd captured out without timing it perfectly.
Which is why he stared up at him, he crossed a leg, and let him go on and on about what he assumed.
He was right, in some aspects. Some he wasn't. People could go back, after all, or vanish. What if that happened to Jinx? What if she vanished and went back to where she came from? He couldn't take a chance of that, so he did care, because nothing here was a guarantee.
He couldn't chance that his daughter would return, only to die. ]
Do you spend a lot of time gossiping about me?
[ He asked, finally. ] I can understand taking it personally when I killed you, but I'd suggest you indulge in better hobbies, Vander. It can't be healthy.
[ Says Silco, king of NeverLettingGoEverlandia. He drew in another long pull of smoke, before he blew it out. ]
Do you really think I'm going to share with you anything I'm working on, really? Or is this just because you're hoping I'll let my tongue loosen enough to inadvertently tell you something? Come now. If you don't think of me as a fool, then do me the service of treating me like you don't.