[ Vander not being pleased to hear Silco’s name isn’t a surprise. It’s clear enough from everything Sebastian has heard about Silco’s activities back home that he wouldn’t be popular. Caitlyn had been diplomatic in describing it, but he could read between the lines enough. In a different world, Silco is absolutely the sort of person that would have been brought to heel by the Queen’s Watchdog.
As Sebastian’s outward expression is one of light surprise, he notices the tension in Vander’s frame and how his expression darkens. That’s more than he expected. That feels personal, and as Vander explains, it’s clear that it is, deeply. It’s also rings familiar.
In Yima’s basement, Sebastian and Silco had spoken of power and of conviction. Silco had told him a story that was lacking in detail but was overflowing with emotion. Twisted, vicious emotion, because it was a tale of someone who had faltered and chosen peace over bloodshed. Someone who Silco felt had faltered at building a better life, wasn’t it?
He wants to laugh, because it’s delightful coincidence if he is indeed standing before the man that had pulled out so much ire. It’s beautiful and vicious irony that he couldn’t have planned better if he had tried, because just from how Silco had called that person weak… Sebastian knew that it’s what would push him into accepting a devil’s deal.
Outwardly, there’s none of that, of course. His smile tilts towards apologetic, just as it should. ]
My apologies for bringing up something rather painful, in that case, as I had no idea. Mr. Silco had not made mention of it, but I imagine that will not surprise you, by the sound of it. Perhaps it is good I gave you warning?
[ He does joke a little with a soft laugh, but his voice is gently sympathetic as he continues. ]
It is tragic to lose a brother, though, no matter how. I take it from your tone it is not something that could be reconciled even here, so… You have my sympathies, Mr. Vander. For whatever they may be worth.
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As Sebastian’s outward expression is one of light surprise, he notices the tension in Vander’s frame and how his expression darkens. That’s more than he expected. That feels personal, and as Vander explains, it’s clear that it is, deeply. It’s also rings familiar.
In Yima’s basement, Sebastian and Silco had spoken of power and of conviction. Silco had told him a story that was lacking in detail but was overflowing with emotion. Twisted, vicious emotion, because it was a tale of someone who had faltered and chosen peace over bloodshed. Someone who Silco felt had faltered at building a better life, wasn’t it?
He wants to laugh, because it’s delightful coincidence if he is indeed standing before the man that had pulled out so much ire. It’s beautiful and vicious irony that he couldn’t have planned better if he had tried, because just from how Silco had called that person weak… Sebastian knew that it’s what would push him into accepting a devil’s deal.
Outwardly, there’s none of that, of course. His smile tilts towards apologetic, just as it should. ]
My apologies for bringing up something rather painful, in that case, as I had no idea. Mr. Silco had not made mention of it, but I imagine that will not surprise you, by the sound of it. Perhaps it is good I gave you warning?
[ He does joke a little with a soft laugh, but his voice is gently sympathetic as he continues. ]
It is tragic to lose a brother, though, no matter how. I take it from your tone it is not something that could be reconciled even here, so… You have my sympathies, Mr. Vander. For whatever they may be worth.