[ Silco's own hands, still on his knees. He does not find nervous energy in this moment, but his jaw clenches, his eyes do dance, try to draw to that presence he cannot see, but hear. His eye -- it does not hurt, why does it not hurt? -- and he could swear he sees her, the shadow of her, like quick movement at the corner of his vision. His vision turns away from this -- he has to ignore it, lest he give his weakness away -- or at least too early.
Set's words resonate with him, and his fingers tighten against his legs again, winding into the dirty cloth there, and his eyes dance again, this time to Set, and then away, because he knows now, that there is something that will motivate Set, just as much as there is something that motivates him. For all that he hates this world, and any other that exists, there would have been a chance -- an opportunity -- for Silco to choose Meridian, if he had not himself found --
He does not reach out to Set, as some would. He sits there, his fingers tightening in his pants because he is out of cigars and cannot smoke down here, there is no displacement activity to keep him active, and hide any of the small, subtle signs, that gave the man way. That showed that he understood that there are some things that would motivate men like him, and gods like Set, more than anything else.
He reached up, and ran a hand through his hair. ]
Is he dead? Entirely out of your reach?
[ He asks, his tone carefully neutral, but not terse. It does not hold compassion, but it is a question that is compassionate. Silco does not care about Set's child, of course, but he understands -- in the same way that -- ]
When I arrived in Horos -- [ He starts, carefully. His own careful care of this subject. There are only three people who know of this fact. One, was Yima, of course. He suspected there was little she did not know. The others were Sebastian -- or he suspected the demon had guessed by now -- and Kaeya -- whom had been subjected to the startling devotion Silco had to his daughter. He had never once admitted it himself.
To anyone, least of all an enemy. ] -- Before I awoke, in those moments before the dream of destruction took me...
[ He is meandering, and he knows it. ] I had... picked up my daughter's dying body. On the bridge to Piltover.
[ Is it really so shocking, that he hates them so furiously, and has no place to return to? ]
IT'S TIME IT'S TIME
Set's words resonate with him, and his fingers tighten against his legs again, winding into the dirty cloth there, and his eyes dance again, this time to Set, and then away, because he knows now, that there is something that will motivate Set, just as much as there is something that motivates him. For all that he hates this world, and any other that exists, there would have been a chance -- an opportunity -- for Silco to choose Meridian, if he had not himself found --
He does not reach out to Set, as some would. He sits there, his fingers tightening in his pants because he is out of cigars and cannot smoke down here, there is no displacement activity to keep him active, and hide any of the small, subtle signs, that gave the man way. That showed that he understood that there are some things that would motivate men like him, and gods like Set, more than anything else.
He reached up, and ran a hand through his hair. ]
Is he dead? Entirely out of your reach?
[ He asks, his tone carefully neutral, but not terse. It does not hold compassion, but it is a question that is compassionate. Silco does not care about Set's child, of course, but he understands -- in the same way that -- ]
When I arrived in Horos -- [ He starts, carefully. His own careful care of this subject. There are only three people who know of this fact. One, was Yima, of course. He suspected there was little she did not know. The others were Sebastian -- or he suspected the demon had guessed by now -- and Kaeya -- whom had been subjected to the startling devotion Silco had to his daughter. He had never once admitted it himself.
To anyone, least of all an enemy. ] -- Before I awoke, in those moments before the dream of destruction took me...
[ He is meandering, and he knows it. ] I had... picked up my daughter's dying body. On the bridge to Piltover.
[ Is it really so shocking, that he hates them so furiously, and has no place to return to? ]