[ And just like that, his eyes lose focus and his gaze wanders around the rest of the office. He looks almost bored. Enough so that he reaches over to where a cigar box rests on the nearby desk and plucks one of the sealed rolls for himself.
A power struggle. A classic battle of wit against numbers. Eliminating the greedy because their avarice has led them to stagnate and become complacent. Silco doesn't strike him as the type to have an upstanding moral impulse to cleanse the underworld, but if he's not driven by profits, then what drives him? What will keep him from become just like the "fat and lazy" once he's gotten a hold of what he seeks?
As he speaks, he rolls the cigar between his fingers. It's an empty movement to accompany the light tapping of another finger against the cloth of his haori. ]
Say I trim that fat for you, what will you establish in its place?
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A power struggle. A classic battle of wit against numbers. Eliminating the greedy because their avarice has led them to stagnate and become complacent. Silco doesn't strike him as the type to have an upstanding moral impulse to cleanse the underworld, but if he's not driven by profits, then what drives him? What will keep him from become just like the "fat and lazy" once he's gotten a hold of what he seeks?
As he speaks, he rolls the cigar between his fingers. It's an empty movement to accompany the light tapping of another finger against the cloth of his haori. ]
Say I trim that fat for you, what will you establish in its place?