[ Silco does not jump back from the Sha, though he looked down at it with the same ire he had for his own pet, Trencher, who sometimes did that as if it were seeking affection from a petulant child, though Silco occasionally pat the creature's head, the Sha gets none of that. He only spared one glance for the now dead shimmered, a shame that he was dead, but -- that was his fate the moment Silco touched his fingers to him.

Most were fodder for him, to be used. They would all end up dead anyway, when it came down to it. When this resolved in the end, they would all die. Might as well use them for his purposes now. ]

Mine, obviously.

[ He said, though he did not truly know. Even he felt trepidation at blowing in the nose of a god, even if he thought that she could not truly be too godlike, if she had fallen to the Blight so easily. ]

Perhaps we'll pit them against one another a few times, until the end. I'm sure you'll be delighted.