[ His head hurts, his thoughts are hazy, his pulse feels like it's echoing through his ribcage and up his throat to ring in his skull. He'd made his way down this tiny corridor in search of someplace quiet and sequestered in hopes of getting some rest, but he's not even sure if he'd gotten any rest there. How much time's even passed since they've ended up here? He hauls himself back to his feet just because he feels restless, but it feels so difficult bringing himself to move; he's just leaning against a wall, shoulders hunched and head resting against the uneven surface when he hears that familiar voice. ]
... Silco.
[ That name leaves his lips at a bleary mumble before his mind catches up.
His first thought is -- you killed Gray, you son of a bitch. His second thought is that he's in no real condition to pursue that line of thought. And his third thought is ... doesn't Silco have that stuff that's feels really good? (Maybe it'd help ward off how he feels like he's about to fall apart?)
Strange how that third thought lingers at the back of his mind. ]
What d'you want. [ Gen needs to clear his throat before he can muster those words, though Silco might note that, despite the caustic wording, they're oddly lacking in true hostility. ] Come to offer me a trade? [ Instead, it's that second bit that comes out grudging. The thought of accepting any more Meridian is now starting to feel wrong. ]
let's say fairly early on once the purge starts!
... Silco.
[ That name leaves his lips at a bleary mumble before his mind catches up.
His first thought is -- you killed Gray, you son of a bitch. His second thought is that he's in no real condition to pursue that line of thought. And his third thought is ... doesn't Silco have that stuff that's feels really good? (Maybe it'd help ward off how he feels like he's about to fall apart?)
Strange how that third thought lingers at the back of his mind. ]
What d'you want. [ Gen needs to clear his throat before he can muster those words, though Silco might note that, despite the caustic wording, they're oddly lacking in true hostility. ] Come to offer me a trade? [ Instead, it's that second bit that comes out grudging. The thought of accepting any more Meridian is now starting to feel wrong. ]