[ See, Silco for all that he thinks he understands monsters and people, doesn't understand this. It's written across his face, the way he blinked, the way his lip curled slightly. He wondered if the boy had ever really had something taken from him properly. Oh, he says his brother burned to death in front of him, but Silco thinks he could have retained a part of who he was once, if that had happened.

There is a certain thing that breaks everyone, he thinks. Something that makes them... break into pieces. Silco knows what his had been, but he wonders if this boy had ever found the right thing. Maybe not. Is that so surprising? No, so few people could become that creature, he's already certain of. Not everyone can become the monster, not everyone loses in such a distinct way to break into pieces enough to take it apart.

He shrugged. ]

Not everyone can.

[ He says it, blithely. Like a bitter taste. ] It isn't about forgetting, you know. Not in the slightest.

[ But... ]

Once, though, I had someone I called brother, too. Mine didn't have the dignity to die before me, and instead found reason to break everything we had built apart.

[ Including him. He tapped at his eye, that eerie thing. ] Sometimes, boy, we have no choice but to become something else. It is a privilege that you have never been forced to do so.

[ Silco says to Yuji, a person who literally gets turned into the king of curses sometimes. Or did. You know what I mean. ]