[Silco, the ever rebellious. He sees the way his eyes float over the room, like a man who's holding something precious he doesn't want anyone to see. He may not be as overt in his own secrecy, but...]
[He feels it, just the same. This game is more than just a game. If the game ends, what will people see? What will people do? No, it has to be between them, and them alone.]
Hm. [His finger slides up the side of the flask, thoughtfully. Intentionally.] I never said I don't hunger at all. Just not as much as you.
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[Silco, the ever rebellious. He sees the way his eyes float over the room, like a man who's holding something precious he doesn't want anyone to see. He may not be as overt in his own secrecy, but...]
[He feels it, just the same. This game is more than just a game. If the game ends, what will people see? What will people do? No, it has to be between them, and them alone.]
Hm. [His finger slides up the side of the flask, thoughtfully. Intentionally.] I never said I don't hunger at all. Just not as much as you.