Invisibility is such a... unique power. It allows one to watch, in relative safety. Silco had intended to just creep by the fight, on his way to yet another target as laid out by the Regent. That's what he was best at, after all. Sneaking up, making someone disappear, that's simply Undercity tactics.
So he'd been meaning to sneak by the fight, let Kaeya fight the dragon...man... thing. Really, he looked like something Singed would have made -- but things took a turn, and he'd stuck around. Watched. Watched his shard get plucked from his eye, with a visceral tug, and Silco's stomach lurched -- a phantom pain in his own too-wide eye, knowing what pain like that felt like.
He still didn't move, of course. What could he do? Nothing, but he considered going after Estinien the Dragon-man-thing with a knife, but no, that was useless. Foolish. He'd never been one for foolish acts.
Young men, though, were. A fight brewed, first Gen, and then... Makoto, he supposed. Silco watched with one unblinking eye, his feet creeping ever-slowly toward the battle. His eyes took stock of the balance, how many of those shimmering lights, some as equally bright as his dark, and he inhaled, feeling that fury, and his eyes kept drawing back to Kaeya's shard in his hand. Eustace, thankfully, took the body, but the shard... he felt revulsion of the thought of anyone touching his shard. He felt that sick feeling, and he inhaled slowly, before he crept a little closer, and closer.
Makoto was bubbled, and Gen... looked in trouble. He breathed in, and crept up beside him. There was only one thing that would probably turn the tide, and Silco had no interest in losing Kaeya to the Pleroma, or giving them the advantage of a kill like that.
Besides, Gen had asked about the shimmer, hadn't he? His fingers slid close, and he reached out to touch his back, index finger touched the back of his neck -- skin to skin -- in what could have been called a fatherly pat, if only it weren't for the dose of Shimmer that he released.
He could feel his invisibility drop, and he smiled up at Estinien, and took a few steps back, to let the Shimmer overtake Gen, before he could get swiped himself. "Hello there," he greeted, a sharp grin. "Don't mind me, just..." hands spread, in an almost casual, magnanimous gesture. "Passing through."
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So he'd been meaning to sneak by the fight, let Kaeya fight the dragon...man... thing. Really, he looked like something Singed would have made -- but things took a turn, and he'd stuck around. Watched. Watched his shard get plucked from his eye, with a visceral tug, and Silco's stomach lurched -- a phantom pain in his own too-wide eye, knowing what pain like that felt like.
He still didn't move, of course. What could he do? Nothing, but he considered going after Estinien the Dragon-man-thing with a knife, but no, that was useless. Foolish. He'd never been one for foolish acts.
Young men, though, were. A fight brewed, first Gen, and then... Makoto, he supposed. Silco watched with one unblinking eye, his feet creeping ever-slowly toward the battle. His eyes took stock of the balance, how many of those shimmering lights, some as equally bright as his dark, and he inhaled, feeling that fury, and his eyes kept drawing back to Kaeya's shard in his hand. Eustace, thankfully, took the body, but the shard... he felt revulsion of the thought of anyone touching his shard. He felt that sick feeling, and he inhaled slowly, before he crept a little closer, and closer.
Makoto was bubbled, and Gen... looked in trouble. He breathed in, and crept up beside him. There was only one thing that would probably turn the tide, and Silco had no interest in losing Kaeya to the Pleroma, or giving them the advantage of a kill like that.
Besides, Gen had asked about the shimmer, hadn't he? His fingers slid close, and he reached out to touch his back, index finger touched the back of his neck -- skin to skin -- in what could have been called a fatherly pat, if only it weren't for the dose of Shimmer that he released.
He could feel his invisibility drop, and he smiled up at Estinien, and took a few steps back, to let the Shimmer overtake Gen, before he could get swiped himself. "Hello there," he greeted, a sharp grin. "Don't mind me, just..." hands spread, in an almost casual, magnanimous gesture. "Passing through."