[ It's all crashing down. Silco is just a man, he isn't a construct of power, surgically enhanced, a god, or anything else. He's just a man, and one that the years are catching up on. He knows he shouldn't close his eye, but... his eye flutters anyway, almost closes.
This shouldn't feel like anything. It certainly shouldn't feel like β this. Inscrutable, undefined, but defined at the same time. He really could believe, if just for a second, that nothing was going to happen to him. Wouldn't that be a marvel? ]
Hm, that's right. [ This is the Silco he knows. He's always been the same Silco he knows. Weak, quickly fading, but still he is always, always greedy. He tipped his head just so to seek him out. He'd always wanted him to be more selfish. Take more.
He tips his head to take more now. Maybe it's the pain, or the haze from everything crashing down, but... he doesn't even spare a thought for how far they are from the edge of the roof. ]
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This shouldn't feel like anything. It certainly shouldn't feel like β this. Inscrutable, undefined, but defined at the same time. He really could believe, if just for a second, that nothing was going to happen to him. Wouldn't that be a marvel? ]
Hm, that's right. [ This is the Silco he knows. He's always been the same Silco he knows. Weak, quickly fading, but still he is always, always greedy. He tipped his head just so to seek him out. He'd always wanted him to be more selfish. Take more.
He tips his head to take more now. Maybe it's the pain, or the haze from everything crashing down, but... he doesn't even spare a thought for how far they are from the edge of the roof. ]