[ A wave of his hand. ] Not... truly family. Where I am from, family often dies before you're old enough to strike out on your own, so you do anyway.

[ He looked at Geto for a long moment, with new eyes. Killed his parents for a statement. He had no... fondness lingering for his own parents, but nor did he really think about them. Like most Zaunites, they'd worked themselves into early graves, deaths that were just one of many. Silco can't even really remember how old he'd been, when it happened.

Young. ]

Statements like that tend to ring, don't they? They send a message, that you are not to be trifled with. After all, if you can do that to them... Who knows what you can do to others, hm?

[ He thinks of Vander, of sliding his blade into the man. Once, so long ago, they'd been family, them along with Felicia. A found family, in the mines, they'd only had each other.

The moment one of them had been lost, they had no longer been family though, had they? ]