[ A little jolt of electricity runs through him, when he hears the voice behind him. Of course, Reigen had expected to be followed at some point; it wouldn't do to underestimate anyone, no matter what side of the fence they'd chosen to come down on. For it to be this one, though? It's both a thrill and a mild annoyance to have to deal with Silco again, especially now that he has a gaggle of unfrozen fish-people tired and sickly and aching. People, brought under his watchful gaze and his brassy leadership. One of the small Arirat children, with their thousand-yard stare, holds fast to his hand as he turns to face the new danger.
Not to him, no. To the ones he'd taken responsibility for.
It's hard to talk to Silco. He's slippery, an extremist with nothing to lose. Reigen knows he pressed harder than he ought to have, when they first met, but had parted feeling confident that as long as he stayed out of the man's way, the better off he'd be resource-wise when he'd have to get into it. He feels the Atirat child press against his leg, seeking some sort of sign from him, and he reaches down to cradle a hand around the back of their head. It's a casual gesture, but one done so naturally, he must be used to it. ]
Oh. Hey, Silco. It doesn't affect you, so how about you just look the other way this time?
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Not to him, no. To the ones he'd taken responsibility for.
It's hard to talk to Silco. He's slippery, an extremist with nothing to lose. Reigen knows he pressed harder than he ought to have, when they first met, but had parted feeling confident that as long as he stayed out of the man's way, the better off he'd be resource-wise when he'd have to get into it. He feels the Atirat child press against his leg, seeking some sort of sign from him, and he reaches down to cradle a hand around the back of their head. It's a casual gesture, but one done so naturally, he must be used to it. ]
Oh. Hey, Silco. It doesn't affect you, so how about you just look the other way this time?