[ Silco feels it, that shared connection, that anger and hate, simmering — or more accurately: shivering — between them. His malevolent, blackened fire stare is unwavering, not by choice, but unwavering and unblinking all the same. It stared at him with that same sort of hate, though for all the rest of the worlds out there. He has one thing, after all, that he will protect more than anything else, and he needs a new world to have that, but if there were no other choice?

If he didn't have the opportunity? Or if Jinx was not an option? There would be nothing that would keep him from doing just this. Though Silco is not always the most self-aware, and thus he does not truly think this, but instead just stared at the boy for a moment. ]

Then you will have to prove to the rest of us that it doesn't deserve to exist.

[ He said, sharp. ] Or take it from those who want it.

[ Those who want it, not us. Silco was ever-cautious in his language, as his true allegiances were never one he wanted to share. ]