[ This more than anything is why Silco and Geto get along. They are a matched pair of terrible men, monsters struggling against the bars of the cage that is too small, and too ill fitting. They ask for people to willingly save them, and yet they bring in men like Geto and Silco, who would rather maim and take than save.

Geto, who'd contributed to plenty of deaths, and Silco, who would poison his own people for a shred of recognition and respect.

And yet. Here they are. ]

You know I agree. [ He hates these people. Their inability to fight. ] If I could, I would give them the tools to begin to do more, but it is an impossible task to ask for as much shimmer as they would need.

[ A scoff. ] No, Geto, I think we best leave that task to the idealogical fools they keep bringing in, hm?