[ Silco's lips curl in an over-confident smile. He does not believe this man, of course, but it would be particularly foolish, to just trust him based on his word. After a moment of staring at him -- one eye blinked, the other ever-open -- he shrugged, and turned to the shattered glass in the case. Odd. The cracks are there, but... just like everything else, it seems suspended, as if the time itself is still. The closer to the hourglass, does it get warped? Frayed? Time seems to stand still, but they do not.

Is it the hourglasses?

After a moment, he'll let Sebastian get his hands in further, before he closed in, he looked back at Ocelot. ]

Hm. Some of us came from another world called Horos. [ An eye flicked to Sebastian, as if he were considering the demon. ]

So you could say we've been on the same side of a war before, and being that we are here, and working for the same faction... better the individual you know, rather than an... [ A look at Ocelot, up and down ] unknown element.

[ He crossed his arms, and let Sebastian do the dirty work of digging into the glass, as he regarded Ocelot. Sure, he could help by reaching in, but that would be too many cooks in the kitchen, and so he regarded the other man instead and kept his distance.

He pulled out a knife, idly flicked the blade out, and then closed it again. ]