[For his part, Silco didn't allow any sign of discomfort affect him as he walked. In their previous associations, Richard had had plenty of opportunities to murder him and hadn't taken them, and he doubted the forest would be any different unless there was a mental crisis to create the younger man lashing out at him or anything. For now, he was content to take the lead and let Richard follow; he was in the better position to know where to go and his confidence never wavered.

He did, however, look back on occasion to check on Richard and be certain he hadn't lost the younger man along the way as they began to cover more ground and move further from town. He wondered if Richard would appreciate the caves as much as he did; so far, he expected only his daughter liked them similarly.]

Where I'm from, there is a legend that if one runs from death then it comes to them violent and ugly. Those that accept death are taken with an arrow of light that takes them beyond the ugliness in an instance. [His death had been violent but not because of him; he technically had been mostly immobile when the bullets had struck him. He accepted it though, wanting to comfort his daughter instead.] Knives are personal. You have to be close to land the blow unless you're good a throwing them, I suppose.