[ He clicks his tongue in irritation, because he can just see how his spark of anger is what calms Silco down more than any apology would. It pisses him off, but… Annoyingly, that’s precisely why Silco was a guy that fell into his divine domains so neatly. You can say many things about the man, but dammit, he good at inciting conflict, that’s for damn sure. ]
Yeah, that was the fuckin’ point. Pissing you off enough to forget about your hard-on for destruction or whatever the fuck. Just a stabbing wouldn’t be enough. Had to be meaningful enough to shock you outta it.
[ He reaches back into his bag and starts to pull out a few more things. One set is predictable—cigarettes and a lighter, naturally. He lights his cigarette first, a quick, almost automatic motion. ]
You’re damn lucky I’m merciful. Would’ve been easier to just take your heart for real and move on.
[ And even though he’s complaining about all of this sourly and like he’s about to change his mind about sparing Silco… Second out of the bag is a flask. He unscrews the top, takes a swig, and without blinking, holds it out for Silco to take. ]
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Yeah, that was the fuckin’ point. Pissing you off enough to forget about your hard-on for destruction or whatever the fuck. Just a stabbing wouldn’t be enough. Had to be meaningful enough to shock you outta it.
[ He reaches back into his bag and starts to pull out a few more things. One set is predictable—cigarettes and a lighter, naturally. He lights his cigarette first, a quick, almost automatic motion. ]
You’re damn lucky I’m merciful. Would’ve been easier to just take your heart for real and move on.
[ And even though he’s complaining about all of this sourly and like he’s about to change his mind about sparing Silco… Second out of the bag is a flask. He unscrews the top, takes a swig, and without blinking, holds it out for Silco to take. ]