[ His eyes watch his finger move. Maybe he just needs something to do with his hands, but Silco imagines if this wasn't happening here, it would be his wrist there, instead. His eyes center back on his, a twitch of lips and brow, before it returns back to where it came from, that thin-lipped neutrality. ]
Don't like it when people [ me ] are greedy, hm? I had to try...
[ He was always greedy, he knew it too, they both knew it. He couldn't help himself. ]
The first. Are yours only as deep as your scars, then?
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[ His eyes watch his finger move. Maybe he just needs something to do with his hands, but Silco imagines if this wasn't happening here, it would be his wrist there, instead. His eyes center back on his, a twitch of lips and brow, before it returns back to where it came from, that thin-lipped neutrality. ]
Don't like it when people [ me ] are greedy, hm? I had to try...
[ He was always greedy, he knew it too, they both knew it. He couldn't help himself. ]
The first. Are yours only as deep as your scars, then?