"Ah, you haven't heard," he said, his tone idle. He leaned back slightly, in his chair, away from the book, but his hand never left the space where he'd been reading. He looked at Shang Tsung for a moment, to appraise the old man, and his reactions. One eye blinked.

"Some of us were previously trapped in another world, called Horos. We had all been...reborn, when we were taken from that world," his tone mild, but the skin around the edges of his eye tightened, thinking of that painful, violent birth from the crystal -- and the immediate fight with Talis that had ensued. Followed by the long journey, the cold shivering, violent soldiers, and then the torture in the cave. Silco was a survivor, it hadn't even been the worst thing he'd lived through. "When the world was destroyed, supposedly Yima plucked our souls from oblivion."