[ Silco understands it, but his eyes do flick, and pause on Tezca's face, on his eyes, and that eerily similar way that they look to Quetz. Different, but the same. Similar in kind, and it's not hard to note the connection between the two gods, they truly are related.
He doesn't say anything to that, of course. He notes it, files it away, and moves on. It's like watching a rat scramble out of the garbage heap, find a piece of something shiny and interesting, and it skitters away immediately, to hoard it away somewhere. That's what Silco's like, watching a man grasp and grip everything, but he kept most of it to himself. he has never really been the type to give too much up, not without motivation, anyway. ]
Yes, it is a drug. It was popular in my hometown of Zaun, and thanks to the combined minds here... [ A twitch of his lips, and a roll of his shoulders. ] We're making it a reality here too.
hands u a pringles can in solidarity
He doesn't say anything to that, of course. He notes it, files it away, and moves on. It's like watching a rat scramble out of the garbage heap, find a piece of something shiny and interesting, and it skitters away immediately, to hoard it away somewhere. That's what Silco's like, watching a man grasp and grip everything, but he kept most of it to himself. he has never really been the type to give too much up, not without motivation, anyway. ]
Yes, it is a drug. It was popular in my hometown of Zaun, and thanks to the combined minds here... [ A twitch of his lips, and a roll of his shoulders. ] We're making it a reality here too.
I can only best describe it as liquified power.