[ The face is far younger, but it's still easy to pick him out. He looks scrappier, but heartier. Still slim, and lean, but his hair is long, and flying free at this point. He'd already had it pulled free in an altercation, and it's hanging free, and wild. A lot different from the normally carefully put together man that Ratio's met. There are the signs though. The chipped teeth, the nose, the too-big ears, and the height. His eyes are wide — two blue — but there's a fairly significant injury over the left eye. It's already starting to swell, skin broken where the rifle had made contact with the skin just under it.

He's wheezing, breathing too hard. Staring, in shock, at some of the bodies. Ratio says his name, and he jumps, nearly out of his skin.

There's a roar somewhere in the fight. A beast of a man reaches out for one of the enforcers, and slugs him straight in the jaw, sending him down.

Silco doesn't even look. his eyes slide from Ratio to a pile of bodies. ]

What's — [ No, he knows what's happening. He's not so young that his voice is different. Just rawer. From the screaming. ] You picked a bad day to try to cross the bridge, friend.

[ It's filled with wry, dark humor.

He's angry. He's barely holding it together. ] Should have crossed for whatever... [ He waved a hand at him. He was clearly too fancy to be one of them. ] you wanted out of us yesterday. Now you're probably stuck for good.

[ His hands shake. The fighting continues. The enforcers aren't moving further back than the barricade. They're going to have to pull back, because when reinforcements come... They'll all need to evacuate. He should.

He should do that. He needs to do that.

His hands still shake.

His eyes look at the dead eyes nearby. She's laying back, the bullet went right through her. He hoped she hadn't felt it. ]