[ A cold buzz begins tp spread through her which she distantly registers as anger. She isn't angry often, and so the buzz runs through her like a child rampant in a pen. Maybe Silco can feel it through the heightened Communion in the air. Either way, Gray boxes it all in with a stony set to her face.

She can tell that he's trying to get a rise out of her, and in a sense he's succeeding. But she takes a breath and focuses on what he's saying; he seems like a torturously exacting man, the type to enjoy slithering around on technicalities. "I have nothing of yours" isn't the same as "I didn't take anything from you." She clings to the thread in that wording. ]

I've sought it out. It's why I have to believe you took it.

[ She's searched Springstar in the scant couple days she's had since reviving and recovering her strength. If Add were nearby, he'd call to her. He hasn't yet, and so she can only imagine that he's been stolen away from the city. ]

I understand why you did what you did to me, but that box won't be of any use to you. Please just tell me where you've put it.

[ Time wouldn't have degraded Add; he's already existed for over a thousand years without a single blemish. Silco has to have him somewhere. She doesn't know what she'll do if he doesn't. ]