[ Silco's lips curled into a little smile, at the phrase. It was...surprisingly fitting, and his head tipped as he looked the knife over, as if by looking at it from one way or another, he could puzzle out where it came from. Watching it be materialized out of nothing was downright mystifying. Even Hextech, for all of its wonders, had never been something that could make something out of nothing. Oh, what he wouldn't have given, to have such an ability -- or someone to provide such a thing.

Hesitantly, his fingers wrapped around the knife, and he admired the inscription on the blade. He tested the fit of it, the feeling. The lean handle, and the fine adornments. A little... ornamental, but Silco was not without his own fondness for the finer things in life, and with the words...

It was so, remarkably fitting. ]

I don't even know who these people were, I feel a kinship with them, for the sentiment alone. [ His fingers fiddled the blade, closed, then open in a flash, before he closed it. Adept fingers, as he'd had to learn, as a boy, to use something and he'd never had the fists of men like Vander or Benzo to punch his foes into submission. No, Silco had needed to be smart, and quick. The knife was a surprisingly welcome gift. ]

Thank you. I lost mine, in the incident under the tree.

[ "Lost", he says. "Gave to Jinx", he means. ]

You must be quite pleased, to regain such things. It was... an interesting adjustment, to suddenly be without the powers we once had in Horos, and I'm sure losing them from your own was an... adjustment. [ Silco couldn't imagine being satisfied with relinquishing even a scrap of the power he'd once had, and if he had it for longer than a few months... He'd be even angrier. ]