[ He says it for what it is, and Silco feels a violent need in that very moment to find him, and wring that thought out of him. How dare he give voice to it. Does he know, does he even know how dangerous that is?
He thinks of wringing his neck, of finding him and carving something into his skin to remind him how dangerous that is, of hiring someone to rip his spine out of his neck and β
The implants hum in his head, reminding him of their presence.
He hates him. He hates how he says this with an easy astuteness. How damned simple he makes it when it is nothing but that. ]
You should remember to say nothing about it at all. It is our business, not yours.
[ He says after a long, long ten minutes of internal raging, which means mostly lighting a cigar and pouring a drink and breathing heavy in his rooms where nobody can see him be angry.
No, he wouldn't let him know how... deeply dangerous that was. Maybe if he doesn't, he will forget it. ]
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He thinks of wringing his neck, of finding him and carving something into his skin to remind him how dangerous that is, of hiring someone to rip his spine out of his neck and β
The implants hum in his head, reminding him of their presence.
He hates him. He hates how he says this with an easy astuteness. How damned simple he makes it when it is nothing but that. ]
You should remember to say nothing about it at all. It is our business, not yours.
[ He says after a long, long ten minutes of internal raging, which means mostly lighting a cigar and pouring a drink and breathing heavy in his rooms where nobody can see him be angry.
No, he wouldn't let him know how... deeply dangerous that was. Maybe if he doesn't, he will forget it. ]