[ Enough spirited attempts to escape had found Silco with a few bruises on his face and shoulders. He's small with the blankets dwarfing him, and the bruises from his own resistance pale in comparison to the massive scar across his face, his hair in his face did very little to obscure it, either. He'd always kept it rather short.
Silco is an observant man, however, and in the cart came a new individual, too spirited to just walk along like cowed prey, and he saw that spark of fire get swallowed by control. It's fascinating to see it reflected in another person. He'd so quickly done it prior, that it's a reflex, as it likely is with this person.
He waited a moment, his eyes watching the guards, one moved less than the other -- that blackened and red eye -- before he spoke, his voice low. ]
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Silco is an observant man, however, and in the cart came a new individual, too spirited to just walk along like cowed prey, and he saw that spark of fire get swallowed by control. It's fascinating to see it reflected in another person. He'd so quickly done it prior, that it's a reflex, as it likely is with this person.
He waited a moment, his eyes watching the guards, one moved less than the other -- that blackened and red eye -- before he spoke, his voice low. ]
They got sick of fighting you too?