Yes. I should think the Dryad will have quite a few of us looking for their death. Including me.
[ But the conversation moved on, and Silco doesn't explain more. Doesn't explain the violent pain, the blood, listening to his daughter practically whimper that he couldn't just pass out on her, or that he had to watch her cut off her own hand. That they'd fought even for the antidote as they slowly faded beneath its eyes, barely conscious, quickly fading --
No, the conversation moved, and while Silco had a moment to think on it... Sebastian had much more interesting things to speak on, that soothed his angry soul, and piqued his curiosity. When he spoke of power, of bargains.
Silco's eyes barely moved, but it's there, in the one blue eye, the way they widened slightly, flashed with -- hunger.
He's naturally suspicious, of course, as Silco often was -- always wary of betrayal and the prospect of being stabbed in the back, and yet... There is a part of him, that wonders why Sebastian is so willing to speak on his powers like this. Silco's own power lays a secret even now, he'd hardly thought to share with the rest of them that he still retained his power -- he suspected Yima had been the hand in that, he remembered that electric shock of cold in his shard -- and he wondered if Sebastian had been similar, and why it changed now.
Or if it wasn't, why he'd never noticed before.
There was something he hadn't quite picked up on yet -- the name of the game obscured in this moment to him -- but even still, he felt the flash of hunger for such power. A desire so wrapped up in his complexes and needs, that he wanted it, whatever it was.
Idly, he offered: ]
Quite interesting. I would think with all of us... shard bearers, there's a plethora of options, but could anyone offer you what you want for it, that you received before your world's destruction? I should think that it's...different, isn't it?
[ He didn't truly know the specifics, despite what Sebastian had said before, about them missing the mark with the power, and then he'd consumed them. That hardly seemed to be what he wanted, right? Silco had called those men weak, for lacking the resolution to do what was needed, but what happened when they were successful? ]
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[ But the conversation moved on, and Silco doesn't explain more. Doesn't explain the violent pain, the blood, listening to his daughter practically whimper that he couldn't just pass out on her, or that he had to watch her cut off her own hand. That they'd fought even for the antidote as they slowly faded beneath its eyes, barely conscious, quickly fading --
No, the conversation moved, and while Silco had a moment to think on it... Sebastian had much more interesting things to speak on, that soothed his angry soul, and piqued his curiosity. When he spoke of power, of bargains.
Silco's eyes barely moved, but it's there, in the one blue eye, the way they widened slightly, flashed with -- hunger.
He's naturally suspicious, of course, as Silco often was -- always wary of betrayal and the prospect of being stabbed in the back, and yet... There is a part of him, that wonders why Sebastian is so willing to speak on his powers like this. Silco's own power lays a secret even now, he'd hardly thought to share with the rest of them that he still retained his power -- he suspected Yima had been the hand in that, he remembered that electric shock of cold in his shard -- and he wondered if Sebastian had been similar, and why it changed now.
Or if it wasn't, why he'd never noticed before.
There was something he hadn't quite picked up on yet -- the name of the game obscured in this moment to him -- but even still, he felt the flash of hunger for such power. A desire so wrapped up in his complexes and needs, that he wanted it, whatever it was.
Idly, he offered: ]
Quite interesting. I would think with all of us... shard bearers, there's a plethora of options, but could anyone offer you what you want for it, that you received before your world's destruction? I should think that it's...different, isn't it?
[ He didn't truly know the specifics, despite what Sebastian had said before, about them missing the mark with the power, and then he'd consumed them. That hardly seemed to be what he wanted, right? Silco had called those men weak, for lacking the resolution to do what was needed, but what happened when they were successful? ]
Or is it all the same, in the end?