[ Yeah, the scent of cigars, it clung to him like a foul air. Silco does not smoke the nicest of cigars, though someone would expect him to, it's a pride that he smokes those foul things that remind him of the small tobacco collections they could afford in Zaun, the dregs and refuse from their "betters", a creature comfort that the man holds to like it speaks to his pride, when he hates everything and everyone around him. Their worlds, their own comforts, he holds disdain for them.
So it is with a soft chuff of amusement that D's words are accepted. What does he want for it? For the end to all of this, he could say, for Zenith to find victory and for this all to be silenced. He does not think of this as giving up as much as he does...
Lashing out at a world that refuses to give him even a scrap.
So he picks out the photograph β he hadn't even bothered to look at it, and holds it between two fingers. ]
You want it?
[ It's derisive, though he starts to move, not away from the man this time, but toward him. ]
You'll pay the price for it. With your own suffering, of course.
[ This time, he doesThat was probably sufficient negative energy toward the man for what he wanted to achieve, was it not?
He dropped the photograph from between two fingers, and it fluttered back into vision as soon as he let it go. ]
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So it is with a soft chuff of amusement that D's words are accepted. What does he want for it? For the end to all of this, he could say, for Zenith to find victory and for this all to be silenced. He does not think of this as giving up as much as he does...
Lashing out at a world that refuses to give him even a scrap.
So he picks out the photograph β he hadn't even bothered to look at it, and holds it between two fingers. ]
You want it?
[ It's derisive, though he starts to move, not away from the man this time, but toward him. ]
You'll pay the price for it. With your own suffering, of course.
[ This time, he doesThat was probably sufficient negative energy toward the man for what he wanted to achieve, was it not?
He dropped the photograph from between two fingers, and it fluttered back into vision as soon as he let it go. ]