[ 'You marinate in it like an old steak,' comes to mind, Vergilius had only recently pointed out to him. He isn't the one to view this memory, but he understands the implication of what had happened here better than Ratio would. Ratio picks up on it just as well, or maybe he understands something about what he saw. Silco is older, of course, sharper, but that man he'd seen had been just as sharp, just in different ways.

His lip curled, and his head tipped. ]

Past a lifetime of enforcer brutality and poverty? Being beaten down for standing up for what should be ours?

[ A soft scoff. ]

Imagine. That was only one moment that you saw. [ The moment. The conception of the man he was now from the man he had been. That moment had started it. She was dead, she was dead, and... so was the man he was. He hadn't died then, but that moment had signed his death warrant.

He was not that man anymore. ] It was not shocking. Only larger in scope than what it usually was.