[ The dagger clips his side, and he winces, but it does little more than glance off of him, ripping the clothing, but nothing else. Silco's good eye narrowed slightly, but he did little more than wince, and look him right in the eye. ]
It's a lesson you already know, is it?
[ He says. He has a sword, but it's little good in his hand. Silco is a thinker, a planner. The kind of person who's made to do something from the shadows. he isn't for the front lines, and he knows it. It doesn't matter, of course. Not here, not now. He's interposed over someone from his memories. His words, however, are his. He's getting a picture of Jinwoo's memory, but he is not content to only experience it. He wants to see how far he will go.
His lips curl, into a smile. ]
Weren't you in this moment?
Why don't you prove it to me, then? Show me what you can do, instead of letting these men walk all over you.
[ It's a smile, sharp and knowing. He's not here. This isn't him. This is a memory. So go ahead, Jinwoo, show him what you have. Show him the depth of your power. ]
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It's a lesson you already know, is it?
[ He says. He has a sword, but it's little good in his hand. Silco is a thinker, a planner. The kind of person who's made to do something from the shadows. he isn't for the front lines, and he knows it. It doesn't matter, of course. Not here, not now. He's interposed over someone from his memories. His words, however, are his. He's getting a picture of Jinwoo's memory, but he is not content to only experience it. He wants to see how far he will go.
His lips curl, into a smile. ]
Weren't you in this moment?
Why don't you prove it to me, then? Show me what you can do, instead of letting these men walk all over you.
[ It's a smile, sharp and knowing. He's not here. This isn't him. This is a memory. So go ahead, Jinwoo, show him what you have. Show him the depth of your power. ]