[ his fingers lifted, and he tapped at the scar below his eye, and his lips twitched, in grim amusement. It still didn't blink, but it wheeled to Dark, before he blinked -- winked almost -- ]
This is my eye, actually. This is what happens when an open wound is dipped in the polluted river by the city I'm from. No other chembarons involved.
[ No, just a man he once called brother, a betrayal, strangulation, and a grudge that had not died, and death had done little to soothe that burning anger that simmered below the surface. Sure, Silco's words sound like he's making light of it, but there's an edge to them, sharp and violent, though covered in a veneer that makes it sound only mildly offensive.
Only mildly. ]
It's ancient history, these days, but the effect is... eye catching, isn't it?
[ He says that, knowing that it's kind of funny, but he only stared at him, a grim amusement on his face at the small joke. ]
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[ his fingers lifted, and he tapped at the scar below his eye, and his lips twitched, in grim amusement. It still didn't blink, but it wheeled to Dark, before he blinked -- winked almost -- ]
This is my eye, actually. This is what happens when an open wound is dipped in the polluted river by the city I'm from. No other chembarons involved.
[ No, just a man he once called brother, a betrayal, strangulation, and a grudge that had not died, and death had done little to soothe that burning anger that simmered below the surface. Sure, Silco's words sound like he's making light of it, but there's an edge to them, sharp and violent, though covered in a veneer that makes it sound only mildly offensive.
Only mildly. ]
It's ancient history, these days, but the effect is... eye catching, isn't it?
[ He says that, knowing that it's kind of funny, but he only stared at him, a grim amusement on his face at the small joke. ]