If that would be the thing to unlock our escape, certainly.

[ He said, placidly. His hands spread, head tipped. Silco was good at lying. He'd lied since he was old enough to look an Enforcer in the face and tell him "no, I didn't steal that food, but a little kid went that way". So he's quite good at ignoring the barrage of questions and cajoling that use the voice of his daughter behind him. She would have been the only one to convince him to question his alignment, and even then, he was so thoroughly on this path, that he would have worked to convince her instead -- but she had been Zenith too, remember?

It's that reassurance that allows him to ignorethe voice, a single lifeline that he grasps tightly, in the noise of all this ill-fitting Meridian that fights to strangle him in its light. ]

Though I wonder, given our... extra little friend [ Mr. Tibbs ] If this will be only one part of it all. Do you find this a poor-fitting suit, or one that could be tailored yet again? I have not forgotten, that you once ran with us, in Horos.

[ They might not have spoken much, but Silco was ever looking for whispers, in the Regents halls. He had sold more than one traitor out. ]