[ Silco breathed out, an audible half-chuckle that sounded less... abrasive, now that the order of how things would go was established. Death, at least, was familiar to him. The way of things? Also familiar enough. ]

Where I'm from? You either take what you need, or you perish, crushed under the boot of someone faster, smarter, or simply more driven than you.

I'm only interested in seizing what we must, to survive. [ Power was what others listened to, wasn't it? Nothing else actually mattered, other than true power. ]

It's perhaps selfish, but... I come from a very selfish place. People that have been unable to take what's needed? Like them? [ He gestured outward, one hand almost dismissive in the motion. ] They've made a choice now, haven't they? If we are not to seize them, or eliminate them now...

Then it becomes our problem, later. Our weakness for refusing to excise them like rot, before they could grow more dangerous.