[ Silco scoffed, his tone almost derisive. Sure, that had worked at home, when he could permanently kill the man, and steal the fruits of his labor -- only to turn it into a warped shade of what it had been. Silco had once mentioned to Gen that he'd inherited a bar, hadn't he? Maybe he would put it together at some point.
He smiled, almost serene, with one eye closed.
Almost -- except for the fact that his smile was like a dagger's edge, sharp and almost feral. ]
Oh no. Death doesn't stick here, now does it? Not really.
No, I think I'd prefer something much worse than death, don't you? Why bother with an endless cycle of dying over, and over? Why keep playing the same game with new rules?
[ A puff of that cigar again, he blew a ring upward. ] I don't intend to crumple, but neither do I intend to be predictable. [ Last words enunciated, almost furious at the thought. ]
dw!!!!!
He smiled, almost serene, with one eye closed.
Almost -- except for the fact that his smile was like a dagger's edge, sharp and almost feral. ]
Oh no. Death doesn't stick here, now does it? Not really.
No, I think I'd prefer something much worse than death, don't you? Why bother with an endless cycle of dying over, and over? Why keep playing the same game with new rules?
[ A puff of that cigar again, he blew a ring upward. ] I don't intend to crumple, but neither do I intend to be predictable. [ Last words enunciated, almost furious at the thought. ]