[ Maybe some would respond to those cries, but Silco is less inclined. He tipped his head, measuring a two-tone gaze at the man, with rimmed eyes, looking deeply saddened by what he can only assume is the knowledge that his world is gone. Tragic, yes, and Silco had his own bouts of malaise and fury at the mere prospect of it, but...

But Silco got mad, and furious, and then he wanted to burn the world down, not simply sit here and cry.

His lip curled, just slightly. ]

Yes, it is difficult to predict the outright destruction of the world. [ He says, not understanding that this may be personal for Bruno. ]

However, that doesn't mean one must be stuck in their grief. There... is a way. To make it better, in the end. Soothe the wound.