[ There's only a moment, a half- formed one, where Silco's brain starts running double time. Not the only one from home?
Jinx --? There's the momentary flash of it -- it's not quite fear, but close, a chilled, sharp twist of fear, coupled with the prospect of abandonment -- before his mind spins more. No, not Jinx, Silco has been with her frequently enough, if she'd spoken to Vander... he didn't know what it would mean, but he'd be certain that she wouldn't be frequenting the rafters he had in the manor. He feels...cold, even so.
It couldn't be another Piltie, unless it was Grayson, she was dead. He would expect that Sevika would have gotten word by now that he was here, if it was her, and she wouldn't share. The Firelight boy? No, he would have been after Silco too. Finn? Don't make him laugh. Marcus? Without coin, he wouldn't set foot in the undercity if it wasn't to stomp his boots like a toy soldier.
Vander said the right thing -- rare, in Silco's estimation, but it happened from time to time - because he knows the answer. There aren't many people who it could be, but Silco can feel his fist holding the knife shake as he put together the only person it could possibly be. He already knew about the Enforcer, but...
His breath goes ragged -- angry -- angrier than it had been only moments ago. No. No. The one person that could take it all away. Vander couldn't take Jinx from him, the Enforcer certainly couldn't, but Vi? When Silco very nearly had it all, had Jinx with him -- after six months of searching shrines and violently lashing out at another world called Horos... he shows up here and then the rest of them do too?
It's that chill drop of pressure and vertigo on the realization, like sound and sight go for just a moment. Long enough for Silco to almost forget himself -- for just long enough -- that Vander caught him, low in the gut. He felt it -- it snapped reality back with a torrent, a wave and Vander's fist is met with an audible sound of surprise, before Silco stumbled back, his feet quick, trying to move out of range, fist loose for a moment, before it tightened on his knife. ]
So -- [ A heavy breath, ragged -- furious. ] Many little tidbits, Vander. [ He breathed in, breathed out, but his hair was mussed, and there was none of that tight control he'd just held. His breaths are ragged, his eyes darted this way and that, both wide, one unblinking. The makeup was already mussed slightly, a shred of that scar peeked out from underneath. He flipped his blade to a reverse guard, and held it up, but he didn't move in. No, Vander was bigger than he was -- he had the reach. Silco needed to stay just out, just until --
Ah. The shopkeeper started to try and sneak out. Silco neared the anticipated path. A tool, probably. When he was close. ]
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Jinx --? There's the momentary flash of it -- it's not quite fear, but close, a chilled, sharp twist of fear, coupled with the prospect of abandonment -- before his mind spins more. No, not Jinx, Silco has been with her frequently enough, if she'd spoken to Vander... he didn't know what it would mean, but he'd be certain that she wouldn't be frequenting the rafters he had in the manor. He feels...cold, even so.
It couldn't be another Piltie, unless it was Grayson, she was dead. He would expect that Sevika would have gotten word by now that he was here, if it was her, and she wouldn't share. The Firelight boy? No, he would have been after Silco too. Finn? Don't make him laugh. Marcus? Without coin, he wouldn't set foot in the undercity if it wasn't to stomp his boots like a toy soldier.
Vander said the right thing -- rare, in Silco's estimation, but it happened from time to time - because he knows the answer. There aren't many people who it could be, but Silco can feel his fist holding the knife shake as he put together the only person it could possibly be. He already knew about the Enforcer, but...
His breath goes ragged -- angry -- angrier than it had been only moments ago. No. No. The one person that could take it all away. Vander couldn't take Jinx from him, the Enforcer certainly couldn't, but Vi? When Silco very nearly had it all, had Jinx with him -- after six months of searching shrines and violently lashing out at another world called Horos... he shows up here and then the rest of them do too?
It's that chill drop of pressure and vertigo on the realization, like sound and sight go for just a moment. Long enough for Silco to almost forget himself -- for just long enough -- that Vander caught him, low in the gut. He felt it -- it snapped reality back with a torrent, a wave and Vander's fist is met with an audible sound of surprise, before Silco stumbled back, his feet quick, trying to move out of range, fist loose for a moment, before it tightened on his knife. ]
So -- [ A heavy breath, ragged -- furious. ] Many little tidbits, Vander. [ He breathed in, breathed out, but his hair was mussed, and there was none of that tight control he'd just held. His breaths are ragged, his eyes darted this way and that, both wide, one unblinking. The makeup was already mussed slightly, a shred of that scar peeked out from underneath. He flipped his blade to a reverse guard, and held it up, but he didn't move in. No, Vander was bigger than he was -- he had the reach. Silco needed to stay just out, just until --
Ah. The shopkeeper started to try and sneak out. Silco neared the anticipated path. A tool, probably. When he was close. ]