[ Of all the things to say...

Silco's lips twitch. It's hard to tell if it's displeasure of not, but he looks the man interjecting up and down with a little appraisal, weighing the look of him, and deciding that this isn't as pointed as it is to Silco, who knows what it is to receive the Devil's calling card, and have it in hand.

He knows the price of that, too. ]

And is there something wrong with another tool in the kit? The key, of course, is to know how and when to call it — and to never do it in desperation. To know the cost, and manipulate it.

Outsmart the devil too, if you must.

[ Had he actually done that? No, but circumstances had led him to getting out of his own deal with a devil once.

Silco feels... truly too immortal for his own good. ]

The type of power necessary for change — real power — it's ripe for the taking. One must, however, learn to take it when the time is right. Not before, and not after.

[ He doesn't touch the people, but weaves through the crowd smoothly. They part for him — thankfully, and luckily for them — but he tipped his head when he looked up at the man as he nears. ]

Or do you fear the devil as much as the kaiju?