[ He says, his tone dour, a touch annoyed, and his fingers still crammed into the small gap he had started to pry free. He was strong now, stronger than how he had started all that time ago when he first woke up in Yima's basement, but the door was coming apart, bit by bit. ]
I do not know how any of you can stand this place.
[ He said, flatly, his tone derisive. ] Perfect complacency.
[ There was no struggle. There was no domination of the strong over the weak, nothing to push people to become better, in Silco's opinion. He was a hateful, cruel little man, but perhaps after seeing a world where there was only struggle, it was a touch less... incalculable, when faced with the man who sought to make it both better and worse all in one.
The door gave another groan, and parted slightly more.
Better. Nearly enough to slip through. They were close enough, that Silco wanted to traverse the rest of the way. ]
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[ He says, his tone dour, a touch annoyed, and his fingers still crammed into the small gap he had started to pry free. He was strong now, stronger than how he had started all that time ago when he first woke up in Yima's basement, but the door was coming apart, bit by bit. ]
I do not know how any of you can stand this place.
[ He said, flatly, his tone derisive. ] Perfect complacency.
[ There was no struggle. There was no domination of the strong over the weak, nothing to push people to become better, in Silco's opinion. He was a hateful, cruel little man, but perhaps after seeing a world where there was only struggle, it was a touch less... incalculable, when faced with the man who sought to make it both better and worse all in one.
The door gave another groan, and parted slightly more.
Better. Nearly enough to slip through. They were close enough, that Silco wanted to traverse the rest of the way. ]