[ There's a soft sound of a laugh, from somewhere in the air above D. It's not quite as violent as he would have liked to aim at any Meri, but it's funny to watch him shrink even smaller. Swallowed by clothes, cape, and pauldrons that dwarf his frame. The photograph started to drift to the ground, and Silco watched it fall to the floor, the subject now clear, and he looked at unfamiliar faces in the picture.

Nobody here, at least. Though the fact that other people had loved ones that waited for them was not... exactly something that Silco bothered to consider for more than the briefest of moments.

He considered, for a moment, driving his heel into the photo, into the mud. Considered the casual cruelty. He could almost see it in his mind's eye, doing it, fully destroying it before him. It was tempting. Really, truly tempting.

He didn't, however, but he did laugh, a short, dark sound. ]

Guess it will be a bit harder to move around now, hm? Should take better care of your things, I think. Especially reminders of home.

[ Says Silco, who's missing his own treasured items, but says nothing about his. ]