[ Silco would never ask, Tezca is right. He's a bitter, cruel man. Perhaps there was a world where his motivations could be seen as... genuine, even philanthropic, but that was a world in which Silco was not bitter, betrayed, and so, so angry. It wouldn't even be half as mean, had Tezca shown up a month ago, half as mean if he hadn't had his most precious person just vanish. Yet Again.

He's lost his daughter, his hand... the world can burn, for all he cares. ]

Please don't.

[ He says, drily. His lips twitch, annoyed, before he shrugged, happy to diffuse that. ]

I'm not. Then again, I've never been well-liked. [ A quirk of his lips, now. ] Likely for the same reasons that war gods seem to enjoy my presence, really.