[ He asks, his head tipped. Silco was once a somewhat handsome man, though the thin and lean features, chipped teeth, and overbite certainly left a lot to be desired. There's a split second. A roaring of the crowd, the enforcers are starting to retreat for the moment, behind the barricades. The fire starts to rise, before they start trying to put it out with water. It works well enough, but the smoke seems to fill the bridge.
It's red. The sky is red. The ground is red. There's so much smoke, and ash drifts in the air. The crowd dips quickly into sobs. The largest of them lets out a scream of anguish, standing over bodies, a scream, before he turns and jumps for one of the escaping enforcers, and Silco β
That stare is longer on his face. So much longer. Like now that the fight is fading, realization is starting to dawn. Of the dream? Of what's happening? It's not clear. He blinks, the swollen eye doesn't. It won't really ever again, will it? The smoke fills their lungs, makes the air too thick, and in the time it takes for him to try and step away β
It's no longer there. No smoke. Just the heat, and the sand, and the cavern they're in.
His hand tries to grip into the side of the cavern, gnashing skin against the cave walls. His eyes wind, a half-unblinking, blackened stare, over the rest of the cave. Ratio, he looks for him, and his stare is...
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[ He asks, his head tipped. Silco was once a somewhat handsome man, though the thin and lean features, chipped teeth, and overbite certainly left a lot to be desired. There's a split second. A roaring of the crowd, the enforcers are starting to retreat for the moment, behind the barricades. The fire starts to rise, before they start trying to put it out with water. It works well enough, but the smoke seems to fill the bridge.
It's red. The sky is red. The ground is red. There's so much smoke, and ash drifts in the air. The crowd dips quickly into sobs. The largest of them lets out a scream of anguish, standing over bodies, a scream, before he turns and jumps for one of the escaping enforcers, and Silco β
That stare is longer on his face. So much longer. Like now that the fight is fading, realization is starting to dawn. Of the dream? Of what's happening? It's not clear. He blinks, the swollen eye doesn't. It won't really ever again, will it? The smoke fills their lungs, makes the air too thick, and in the time it takes for him to try and step away β
It's no longer there. No smoke. Just the heat, and the sand, and the cavern they're in.
His hand tries to grip into the side of the cavern, gnashing skin against the cave walls. His eyes wind, a half-unblinking, blackened stare, over the rest of the cave. Ratio, he looks for him, and his stare is...
Angry. At him? The Kaiju? It's unclear. ]