[ They're skittish, and Silco has seen plenty of Zaunites in his time that were either too burned by others, too on drugs, or even just untrusting, that he knows the look about them. The way their eyes dart, the way they instinctively grabbed for their hourglass, and then the way they looked over their shoulder toward the hallway, and the door. Silco isn't exactly fast, but he doesn't have to be. He has invisibility, and persistence. That, however, isn't going to work, is it?
He shrugged, and then crouched into a squat, his arms over his knees, as he looked up at them, now. ]
If I can be honest? I would much rather see someone unharmonized simply align with Zenith, and forward their sand toward our goals.
[ He smiled then, and his lips twitched into something resembling it. With the scars on his lips, though the look is marred and twisted. One eye didn't blink, but the other did. ] I thought that might be the bigger ask, than sand.
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He shrugged, and then crouched into a squat, his arms over his knees, as he looked up at them, now. ]
If I can be honest? I would much rather see someone unharmonized simply align with Zenith, and forward their sand toward our goals.
[ He smiled then, and his lips twitched into something resembling it. With the scars on his lips, though the look is marred and twisted. One eye didn't blink, but the other did. ] I thought that might be the bigger ask, than sand.