[ Silco felt that tell-tale itch that reminded him of the new mark on the back of his hand. The gloves obscured the mark Sebastian had left on him, but he knows its there all the same. The insurance policy, a promise of a revenge so sweet, so carefully crafted, that Vander would be left in misery for the rest of his time here, until the destruction of everything.

Until an oblivion so perfect and complete that there would be nothing left.

Silco's lip curled, at the vague offer from Gen. That was not out of the kindness of his heart, of course, but...what would the boy want in return, he wondered.

His eye watched him, soothed down to that usual cool, but ever-orange gaze. He considered, what to tell him and how. ]

Do you? Oh, then I'm sure you'll meet Vander soon enough. [ A pause. ] It's difficult to miss him, after all.

[ He's six foot fucking seven, Gen. If you want to know why it's that Silco got killed, well. Just look at him. ]

I suppose he wanted to settle a very, very old grudge.

[ That at least he didn't mind sharing, that they were from the same world. It was no "we were like brothers", but Silco didn't share anything about his personal life, down to the fact that his daughter existed. He certainly wasn't going to share that the man had already tried to kill him once, and that Silco paid him back in turn years later. ]