Silco had never really believed in them, Gods. There was Janna, a wind spirit of his own world, but he didn't even believe in her, not really. Old wives' tales to keep the miners comfortable and willing to mine further and deeper. Someone to pray to, when it was too dark, or when the cave-ins happened. It didn't matter if it was men or machine that saved them, it was always Janna they thanked.
Silco didn't. He believed in himself, in the power he could provide. In what his dedication and willingness to take power could do.
It's why his lips curl into a smile, and he leans forward, slightly. ]
Be careful, boy. You speak with a god-killer. I would not suggest that you put too much dedication towards it. You will find yourself disappointed soon enough.
[ He steps away from the window. He'll let Roland deal with the nanites as he wished. He certainly wasn't going to stay his hand, was he? ]
no subject
[ He asks, with a scoff.
Silco had never really believed in them, Gods. There was Janna, a wind spirit of his own world, but he didn't even believe in her, not really. Old wives' tales to keep the miners comfortable and willing to mine further and deeper. Someone to pray to, when it was too dark, or when the cave-ins happened. It didn't matter if it was men or machine that saved them, it was always Janna they thanked.
Silco didn't. He believed in himself, in the power he could provide. In what his dedication and willingness to take power could do.
It's why his lips curl into a smile, and he leans forward, slightly. ]
Be careful, boy. You speak with a god-killer. I would not suggest that you put too much dedication towards it. You will find yourself disappointed soon enough.
[ He steps away from the window. He'll let Roland deal with the nanites as he wished. He certainly wasn't going to stay his hand, was he? ]