[Silco's previous bites over his chest sting a little as the man reaches to touch him - lingering little pieces of evidence of trying to mar this great scarred expanse. No, his lungs may not be especially special, but this body as a whole has been through many a surgery.]
[His muscle fibers are woven, more than biological. He is, in and of himself, a weapon draped in warm flesh and skin.]
It is rare that people here understand that. [He corrects, lightly - its merely the way of the City, no matter where you are. He rubs the man's ear between thumb and forefinger, placing a kiss against his jaw.] You make one mistake, you're over. [A beat.] That's that, this is this.
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[His muscle fibers are woven, more than biological. He is, in and of himself, a weapon draped in warm flesh and skin.]
It is rare that people here understand that. [He corrects, lightly - its merely the way of the City, no matter where you are. He rubs the man's ear between thumb and forefinger, placing a kiss against his jaw.] You make one mistake, you're over. [A beat.] That's that, this is this.