[ The sound is probably one Vergilius recognizes by now, one of those low-notes of half-thought, half a note of annoyance. Mostly because, well... ]
Doesn't everyone who's lived without it? I don't think I'm much different.
[ It's more than that, of course. It always was, with Silco. There was a broken little piece of psychology, the way people looked at them that made him so driven, and so angry. He'd spent his entire life trying for that respect. The only way to get it, was to be the biggest shark in the ocean, because otherwise... it always fell apart. Always. ]
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[ The sound is probably one Vergilius recognizes by now, one of those low-notes of half-thought, half a note of annoyance. Mostly because, well... ]
Doesn't everyone who's lived without it? I don't think I'm much different.
[ It's more than that, of course. It always was, with Silco. There was a broken little piece of psychology, the way people looked at them that made him so driven, and so angry. He'd spent his entire life trying for that respect. The only way to get it, was to be the biggest shark in the ocean, because otherwise... it always fell apart. Always. ]