Silco offered a soft snort, at the thought of Emet-Selch being happy. He'd have thought the man similar to him, surly, prickly, and unwilling and unable to find happiness even in the smallest things.
Then again, he didn't know Emet very well, and would throw him under the bus if necessary -- he would expect the same from the other man though, so it's not even personal. It's just a fact of life. Some people were not meant to be friends -- or would have any -- and Silco saw most people as tools to be used.
The question though, left him suspicious. Silco's single eye narrowed. While Hythlodaeus was an open book, Silco was...not. He tipped his head, before he said: "I'm not the type to 'get close' to people, as I'm sure you can guess."
Of course, there were those here, for the moment. His daughter, Kaeya -- both things that Silco would probably find slipping through his fingers soon enough.
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Then again, he didn't know Emet very well, and would throw him under the bus if necessary -- he would expect the same from the other man though, so it's not even personal. It's just a fact of life. Some people were not meant to be friends -- or would have any -- and Silco saw most people as tools to be used.
The question though, left him suspicious. Silco's single eye narrowed. While Hythlodaeus was an open book, Silco was...not. He tipped his head, before he said: "I'm not the type to 'get close' to people, as I'm sure you can guess."
Of course, there were those here, for the moment. His daughter, Kaeya -- both things that Silco would probably find slipping through his fingers soon enough.