[ For a long moment, Silco looked at him, Geto is on his right side for now, so it's less an eerie view than his unblinking eye. He somewhat wishes it was his other eye, but he preferred not to have people on that side.]

Hm. Didn't agree with your political opinions, essentially?

[ There is an edge to his words that wasn't there before. It is not directed at Geto, but that knife cuts regardless. ]

You left because otherwise he would have to stop you. Was that a gift to yourself, or him? Or both?

[ He said that his friend was stronger than him. That he would be the only one that could have stopped him. Wasn't that just a funny little coincidence? Silco knew he could never have left, so it hardly matters. To be fair... Where would he have gone? It's not like a trencher would be welcome elsewhere. It's not like he had anywhere to go.

Though, Geto made it out and to somewhere that mattered, it seemed. People had a way of adapting, Silco just hated doing it in ways he didn't want. ]