[ Silco's fist β the one he still had β clenched tightly, and he could not help but feel that familiar ire rise up. Leveled, then, destroyed, bullied, slapped down for the crime of wanting to exist in a way that they wished. The government had decided that they were not worthy of existence, and oh wasn't that just a familiar tale to Silco?
His hackles rise, but he does not blame Tezca for the bad news. He blames his realm, that land.
And well, he already vowed that none of them would survive, hadn't he? ]
I can assure you, that if she thought to visit, she would find it Very unwelcoming to her.
[ And not just because it was the opposite of everything she was, but more than that, Silco would make sure that she would be. ]
Shall we?
[ He opened the door, to lead him toward the cornerstone in Yima's manor, so they could find their way to Springstar, the... first leg of their journey. ]
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His hackles rise, but he does not blame Tezca for the bad news. He blames his realm, that land.
And well, he already vowed that none of them would survive, hadn't he? ]
I can assure you, that if she thought to visit, she would find it Very unwelcoming to her.
[ And not just because it was the opposite of everything she was, but more than that, Silco would make sure that she would be. ]
Shall we?
[ He opened the door, to lead him toward the cornerstone in Yima's manor, so they could find their way to Springstar, the... first leg of their journey. ]