[ Silco's eyes landed on Ocelot for about half a second, when he started speaking, before he rolled his eyes. So few had been showing up naked, but he remembered waking up in Horos like that, weak and shaking -- deeply unpleasant, but the man seemed to be unbothered. Well, if he was unbothered, then he was unbothered. Silco, with his large trench coat, did not offer it as cover for the man.
He looked between the two of them -- both unfamiliar, and thus likely newly awoken, but Silco fought the urge to simply strangle the both of them beneath these roots, as if by engaging in wanton murder, he could rip back from the tree... -- his lips quirked, because the one person who he wanted to reawaken that wasn't here... ]
Of course I can hear it. It's the same sounds it's making when we blew it up.
[ Well. Silco hadn't been doing the blowing up. That had been the genius and wanton destructive habits of someone else. ]
There was a dryad here, as a keeper of the tree. A few groups of us killed it, and this is the result. [ Hands spread now, magnanimous. ]
If it wants to be "saved", it knows what it needs to do.
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He looked between the two of them -- both unfamiliar, and thus likely newly awoken, but Silco fought the urge to simply strangle the both of them beneath these roots, as if by engaging in wanton murder, he could rip back from the tree... -- his lips quirked, because the one person who he wanted to reawaken that wasn't here... ]
Of course I can hear it. It's the same sounds it's making when we blew it up.
[ Well. Silco hadn't been doing the blowing up. That had been the genius and wanton destructive habits of someone else. ]
There was a dryad here, as a keeper of the tree. A few groups of us killed it, and this is the result. [ Hands spread now, magnanimous. ]
If it wants to be "saved", it knows what it needs to do.