[ Sebastian notes the difference in clothing. It’s hard for him not to, since differences and details are just naturally what he tends to notice. It’s interesting, and it tells him a bit more about what Silco’s position in his world was. A few months ago, it would have been something useful to him, perhaps, but now? It’s just a little curiosity. Much like being called here.
But when Silco explains, Sebastian laughs lightly, but it’s not in dismissal. His smile alone shows his interest. ]
Ah… I suppose I should have guessed it would be something like that.
[ He had purposefully planted the little seeds in Silco’s heart, after all. They may be (well, might have been, in his case) Zenites, but it’s still easy to dream about the “what if” of returning home. For Silco, the idea of having Sebastian at his side there had clearly been an intoxicating one.
He hums warmly as he looks up. His smile reaches to his eyes, and there’s just the tiniest glimmer of the bloodthirsty streak that Sebastian usually keeps quite hidden. ]
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But when Silco explains, Sebastian laughs lightly, but it’s not in dismissal. His smile alone shows his interest. ]
Ah… I suppose I should have guessed it would be something like that.
[ He had purposefully planted the little seeds in Silco’s heart, after all. They may be (well, might have been, in his case) Zenites, but it’s still easy to dream about the “what if” of returning home. For Silco, the idea of having Sebastian at his side there had clearly been an intoxicating one.
He hums warmly as he looks up. His smile reaches to his eyes, and there’s just the tiniest glimmer of the bloodthirsty streak that Sebastian usually keeps quite hidden. ]
…Why not? For old time’s sake, so to speak.