[ The thing that once motivated him is... both alive, and has delivered a sweeter poison that twists and does all of the work for the rift for him. He can only focus on the act, not the why. The why gets messed up, mixed up and twisted into a wrought-iron mess.

He looked down at them, his eye glowing from his place on the roof, looking down at Dante.

Silco has never been able to resist an opportunity to convince someone. ]

Precisely. You must understand. [ They're from the city, after all. ] Worlds like this one, the others, they're filled with rot. No matter how much one tries to change it, it still stifles itself with the rot and disease. It will never be fixed.

There's only one solution.