[His shared history with Silco isn’t something he enjoyed dwelling on, and it’s an odd feeling to be explaining it, even with only scant detail, to someone now. He’s used to being surrounded by people who knew the score. The Black Lanes had been built from the ground up by the two of them, after all, and by necessity their falling out had been just about everyone’s business. No need to broach the subject, and no one foolish enough to dig it up and earn his ire.

And frankly, until this moment, he thought it may have been well and truly behind him, at least as long as he remained in this world. So the thought that he would have to confront it all over again, now with the added wrinkle of exactly what Silco had done in those moments before Vander had been swept away to this place…

He forces it from his mind.]

Well, the sentiment’s appreciated. [He shakes his head, a brief flash of half of a conciliatory smile pulling at his lips.] But no need to apologize. Not like you could have known, right?

[Still, he can’t help but sigh a bit as he straightens up. It’s a force of habit to adapt a relaxed posture when he feels that familiar stir of agitation. Had to learn to think about setting a good example, you see, and it’s a philosophy that carries over here.]

Better to have the heads up, I suppose. Maybe if we’re lucky, we won’t run into each other for a while. Big place here and all, and I sure as hell know we’ll need that distance.

[lol. lmao.]