[ Silco pulled heaving breaths, his heart pounded so hard in his chest he thought it would burst out, from the adrenaline of the fight. The moment her smile started to soften, he wanted to do it again, and again, and Again. How dare she look at him like that -- like he was to be pitied. (Whether or not she really did, didn't matter to the man, who had imagined a reality where her words before meshed with the person now, and a softened smile was one of pity disdain.) He barely noticed the motes of life, instead he looked for her shard -- wondered if he could crush it beneath his heel before it became a problem -- but there was something...
Set would find Silco, crouched on the ground, an ungloved hand (his left) over his eye -- the one that never closed -- and his shoulders shake from the half-laugh that escaped his lips. Silco had been self-medicating for over a decade, his eye always hurt to the point that it was simply a fact. Even his own self-medication from Shimmer could only go so far, but ...
Had it been her blood? He couldn't blink away the blood from his vision, but Set's voice echoed over his own... surprised laugh, and he didn't even spare a thought for the bystander that was very likely dead.
Oh well. Wrong place, wrong time. It happened to everyone. ]
Set.
[ He greeted -- a quick redirection to the usual control, as he stood, and pulled a kerchief out of his pocket to wipe the blood off of his knife. Perhaps someone could do something with it? Or did it lose its divinity immediately? he hardly knew. ]
Her foolishness was my gain, of course. She decided to attack me while Blighted. More fool her, hm?
[ She had been strong enough, that he did not doubt that she would kill him. Good enough reason to not frequent Springstar, as if he didn't avoid it already. ]
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pitydisdain.) He barely noticed the motes of life, instead he looked for her shard -- wondered if he could crush it beneath his heel before it became a problem -- but there was something...Set would find Silco, crouched on the ground, an ungloved hand (his left) over his eye -- the one that never closed -- and his shoulders shake from the half-laugh that escaped his lips. Silco had been self-medicating for over a decade, his eye always hurt to the point that it was simply a fact. Even his own self-medication from Shimmer could only go so far, but ...
Had it been her blood? He couldn't blink away the blood from his vision, but Set's voice echoed over his own... surprised laugh, and he didn't even spare a thought for the bystander that was very likely dead.
Oh well. Wrong place, wrong time. It happened to everyone. ]
Set.
[ He greeted -- a quick redirection to the usual control, as he stood, and pulled a kerchief out of his pocket to wipe the blood off of his knife. Perhaps someone could do something with it? Or did it lose its divinity immediately? he hardly knew. ]
Her foolishness was my gain, of course. She decided to attack me while Blighted. More fool her, hm?
[ She had been strong enough, that he did not doubt that she would kill him. Good enough reason to not frequent Springstar, as if he didn't avoid it already. ]