Perhaps. But you stand next to the seat of power, could probably warm it when your brother is indulging in his vices. [He had no doubt that Richard provided valuable contributions to the ruling bloodline, evidenced here by the fact that the younger man was out here practicing skills that Aldrip likely wouldn't put to use as readily as a King might.] You are to the peasants what God is to you perhaps, watching the scuttle of life below from an ivory tower.
[He noted the change in tone, and for all that they had had some positivity bizarre interactions compared to other people he met with, Silco was not upset to decrease the temperature in Richard's voice. If he was going to walk this path alone, he'd burn the forest around him his own way. Allies, perhaps, but even they needed to have that fear in them to not cross him. That's what this place was missing.
Yet, he stopped himself from simply walking away when it seemed the conversation had devolved when he was called out. Slowly, he turned his head to regard Richard standing with that bow ready to let fly. He realized that he was angry. Still in control but angry to cover over the complex emotions twisting him up internally. There were a rare few that would dare to nudge him: Sevika, the Doctor and neither of them here.]
A personal matter. [He stated it like he was talking about the weather, off-hand as he reigned himself in. Then he stood in silence and considered the value of divulging. No one had asked him that - maybe too scared to - and the one person who he had as a support walked out on him when he had needed her most.] I was killed in the Tower. My ally has ceased communication with me over the incident.
[The very, very abridged version of the nuanced complexities of decades of history crammed into a small iota of time. He lifted a hand and pulled down the collar of his shirt and tie to reveal more of the yellow bruising as the last indications of his throttling.]
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Date: 2024-06-26 01:09 pm (UTC)[He noted the change in tone, and for all that they had had some positivity bizarre interactions compared to other people he met with, Silco was not upset to decrease the temperature in Richard's voice. If he was going to walk this path alone, he'd burn the forest around him his own way. Allies, perhaps, but even they needed to have that fear in them to not cross him. That's what this place was missing.
Yet, he stopped himself from simply walking away when it seemed the conversation had devolved when he was called out. Slowly, he turned his head to regard Richard standing with that bow ready to let fly. He realized that he was angry. Still in control but angry to cover over the complex emotions twisting him up internally. There were a rare few that would dare to nudge him: Sevika, the Doctor and neither of them here.]
A personal matter. [He stated it like he was talking about the weather, off-hand as he reigned himself in. Then he stood in silence and considered the value of divulging. No one had asked him that - maybe too scared to - and the one person who he had as a support walked out on him when he had needed her most.] I was killed in the Tower. My ally has ceased communication with me over the incident.
[The very, very abridged version of the nuanced complexities of decades of history crammed into a small iota of time. He lifted a hand and pulled down the collar of his shirt and tie to reveal more of the yellow bruising as the last indications of his throttling.]