[ He admits to becoming the monster. Of crossing that event horizon, and stepping over the line, of becoming that thing. He said he was ready, he said he did it, and it didn't bring people back — but of course it didn't. Dead was dead. The only things that came back from the dead were memories to haunt oneself. That was all. Here, back home, there was no such thing as living afterward, and Silco hardly believed that it could happen. Maybe, of course, Silco was foolish. Maybe, of course, Silco didn't know what he was talking about. (He didn't.)

But he looked at him with a slightly narrowed eye. He says eating like it is terrible — but he thinks it is different than what happens with Laios — that it was truly terrible. Is there such a thing? Silco remembers scavenging as a boy. They'd had so little. What one could not steal, one scavenged. Was there worse than that? (yes) ]

I think that you should take issue with people refusing to take you seriously. [ He says, finally, after a long moment. He knows of Curses, from Geto, so he knows that they exist, and that they are dangerous to most people. He'd be impressed, if he didn't know that there were ways to utilize curses. (Thought there was a way via Geto) So why would one want to kill such power?

He would judge that. ] Do you regret it? Going too far to do so? I do not think you should. If you did what you set out to do, then there is nothing to regret.

[ His judgment is for those who could not do so. Who could look at the problem, and then cower and hide away from it, as if it could just go away. Silco's judgment is for people that do not act. (We know who he's thinking of.)

Yuji tries to diffuse the moment. Silco only looked at him. ]

There is nothing wrong with serious things.

[ A beat. ]

But no, I did not. I found I had no need.

[ The only person Silco would write a heartfelt letter to was... here. Of all things. He fretted over it, of course, but she was here, and safe. (As safe as one could be.) ]