[ He says, because he understands. This is a cage, and Silco was well-accustomed to cages that were ill fitting. That stifled, or led nowhere. Let them rage against the bars of the cage, but they were going nowhere. That cycle, endlessly repeated, over and over, and over. Without ending. Without stopping. ]
It is festering. It is lingering. Where do we direct it, when there is nothing worth our ire? We cannot take it out on other Outsiders, and these people...
[ A scoff. ] They fall to me, and I have never been one for physical combat.
no subject
The rot remains.
[ He says, because he understands. This is a cage, and Silco was well-accustomed to cages that were ill fitting. That stifled, or led nowhere. Let them rage against the bars of the cage, but they were going nowhere. That cycle, endlessly repeated, over and over, and over. Without ending. Without stopping. ]
It is festering. It is lingering. Where do we direct it, when there is nothing worth our ire? We cannot take it out on other Outsiders, and these people...
[ A scoff. ] They fall to me, and I have never been one for physical combat.