Someone has to find a way to claw their way out of the dirt.

( He leans his elbow against the bartop, cheek in his palm. At least now they're less in the open he seems to have relaxed a bit more, turned ever so slightly lazy. )

This place does make you think. There are so many worlds. And so many similar people with similar stories. It would be nice one day to find someone who managed it. I think I wouldn't mind it being you. ( A laugh, a grin. Silco is as human as they come, and Geto knows if they were from the same place then the man before him would be the cause of some monumental curses. In his world he would have hated him. But here? Here he doesn't have to care. ) Who would have thought it? Maybe I'm changing.