[ When Gen doesn't full on launch toward him, Silco very nearly becomes bold enough to start reaching for his knife, but when the boy looked up and at him β through him β it gives him pause for only a moment, before he tutted softly to himself, a soft, barely audible 'tch' escaped his lips as he watched him. You know, only two months ago, before Gen had... taken the opportunity, Silco might have been tempted to assist.
Two Zenites were better than one, after all.
But One whom was a traitor was worthless, in Silco's mind. Just leave him here to pathetically whine into the darkness, perhaps? It was tempting. Silco thought it would serve him right, to leave him here, in this dim room, and finish whatever puzzle happened, and leave, just let him cower here, talking about someone being hurt.
He slipped a knife from his coat, and held it in his free hand. Pathetic, wasn't it? That someone who had such an attachment to... someone being hurt, and he couldn't do a thing about it. How...powerless he was.
Silco waved his knife in Gen's face, just to be certain. He knew his invisibility would hold, but if Gen was particularly clever, he would use his True Sight to find Silco. He paused, and tipped his head, and waited, carefully.
Waiting for the first sign that he would recover, or not.
But once he had confirmation that the boy wouldn't react, he already knew what he would do. He could even justify it, after so long not being around other people. He was, after all a Harbinger, and victory would come at any cost. Even the cost of those whom served alongside him. And he had gone some time without blood. ]
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Two Zenites were better than one, after all.
But One whom was a traitor was worthless, in Silco's mind. Just leave him here to pathetically whine into the darkness, perhaps? It was tempting. Silco thought it would serve him right, to leave him here, in this dim room, and finish whatever puzzle happened, and leave, just let him cower here, talking about someone being hurt.
He slipped a knife from his coat, and held it in his free hand. Pathetic, wasn't it? That someone who had such an attachment to... someone being hurt, and he couldn't do a thing about it. How...powerless he was.
Silco waved his knife in Gen's face, just to be certain. He knew his invisibility would hold, but if Gen was particularly clever, he would use his True Sight to find Silco. He paused, and tipped his head, and waited, carefully.
Waiting for the first sign that he would recover, or not.
But once he had confirmation that the boy wouldn't react, he already knew what he would do. He could even justify it, after so long not being around other people. He was, after all a Harbinger, and victory would come at any cost. Even the cost of those whom served alongside him. And he had gone some time without blood. ]