[ A scoff. It's almost disbelief, half-disappointment. Of all the things, the fact that they don't angers him more than anything else.

Too focused on the cost, too focused on the loss, to even bother with the changing. Happy to just perpetuate the inadequacies of the world. Happy to just let it all... continue.

His face contorts into something disgusted. ]

Then what use is it to live?

[ He says with... disappointment. (Silco will remember this) ]

If you're not out to change the world, then simply get out of the way, while those of us who will do all of the work, then.

I'm not satisfied with simply accepting it. I never will be.

[ That, at least, is textbook silco down to his core. corruption or no. ]