[ Much earlier, he'd thought there was a possibility of conversion from one of the individuals he'd spoken with. Hubert had been... resistant, yes. Something held him back, some needling instinct, or something, this "her" he'd mentioned. Silco had listened, the information whittled down and stored away, but in the end, it had never happened. The man hadn't been able or willing to take that final step.
Silco was not...the most likely to give everything that he was over to someone like this mysterious "regent". However, he had seen the power that Aion wielded, and Silco wanted it. Badly. For the moment, if they wanted people like him to hunt down people who were trying to escape? Sure, he could do that. Powerless though he was, but he'd grown up in the undercity, and that meant he had at least a competency with violence. When he dropped back down into the dim cavern at the Aion's request, a knife procured from the soldiers, he knew who to find.
Hubert had been holding to the sides, the dank and dark spaces of the cave -- places that felt so much more like the mines he'd grown up in. He stalked along the corners, searching, his single glowing eye a bright red -- like a beacon in the dark. It never blinked, never moved, always open, a bright pinprick of intensity in the dim light. When Silco found Hubert, he slid up to him, holding the dagger idly, like a toy, tossed it up, caught it. Was it an implied threat? He'd deny it, but the way he looked over to him, a curl of a smile on his face was enough of an answer, if Hubert wondered that himself. ]
Last chance. [ He prompted, his tone idle, a little disappointed. ] I'd hate to see someone like you fall so far due to your own stubbornness.
Closed for Hubert
Silco was not...the most likely to give everything that he was over to someone like this mysterious "regent". However, he had seen the power that Aion wielded, and Silco wanted it. Badly. For the moment, if they wanted people like him to hunt down people who were trying to escape? Sure, he could do that. Powerless though he was, but he'd grown up in the undercity, and that meant he had at least a competency with violence. When he dropped back down into the dim cavern at the Aion's request, a knife procured from the soldiers, he knew who to find.
Hubert had been holding to the sides, the dank and dark spaces of the cave -- places that felt so much more like the mines he'd grown up in. He stalked along the corners, searching, his single glowing eye a bright red -- like a beacon in the dark. It never blinked, never moved, always open, a bright pinprick of intensity in the dim light. When Silco found Hubert, he slid up to him, holding the dagger idly, like a toy, tossed it up, caught it. Was it an implied threat? He'd deny it, but the way he looked over to him, a curl of a smile on his face was enough of an answer, if Hubert wondered that himself. ]
Last chance. [ He prompted, his tone idle, a little disappointed. ] I'd hate to see someone like you fall so far due to your own stubbornness.