[ He says, his tone deadpan. Oh, music is fine. Silco has his own songs that are so intertwined with memory that he hides their tracks away. He, too, has a record player. He listens to it. He wouldn't say he particularly goes out of his way to enjoy it. It's what it is. Music is... yet another thing to use.
Then again, Silco doesn't seem the type that likes much of anything. ]
I've never seen music build an army, you know. You'll have to convince me. Or, better yet β show me.
[ It's a challenge but hey, at least he's not saying that he thinks he's full of shit. (He does.) ]
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[ He says, his tone deadpan. Oh, music is fine. Silco has his own songs that are so intertwined with memory that he hides their tracks away. He, too, has a record player. He listens to it. He wouldn't say he particularly goes out of his way to enjoy it. It's what it is. Music is... yet another thing to use.
Then again, Silco doesn't seem the type that likes much of anything. ]
I've never seen music build an army, you know. You'll have to convince me. Or, better yet β show me.
[ It's a challenge but hey, at least he's not saying that he thinks he's full of shit. (He does.) ]