[ Silco doesn't wait -- as soon as he can feel the worst of the effects, the chilled sensation, the light sensitivity, as soon as they were gone, his fingers pulled away. He didn't want to remove the other -- not until the Dryad was dead -- and because he didn't want to disappear from that empathic connection to his daughter with no word. She'd likely think him dead if he just vanished again, and he'd already forced Jinx to feel him die once in the past month.
Silco may be cruel, ill-tempered, and willing to do monstrous things, but... there was one area in which he thought about another person. Unfortunately for everyone, that person was Jinx.
He shook his hand, the ebb of that sun-headache started to pulse, and lift, and he blinked his eyes, took his sunglasses off, and tucked them back into his coat.
He slipped the glove back on over his hand -- even in the near-oppressive heat of Springstar. ]
That's acceptable, thank you. No need to go overboard.
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Silco may be cruel, ill-tempered, and willing to do monstrous things, but... there was one area in which he thought about another person. Unfortunately for everyone, that person was Jinx.
He shook his hand, the ebb of that sun-headache started to pulse, and lift, and he blinked his eyes, took his sunglasses off, and tucked them back into his coat.
He slipped the glove back on over his hand -- even in the near-oppressive heat of Springstar. ]
That's acceptable, thank you. No need to go overboard.