[ Silco didn't lift his foot, but nodded at him. He appreciated it, that Eustace didn't intervene otherwise, that he didn't flaunt whatever power or abilities he had just to take the kill. It was respectable, in a way, and when the man tried to fight him, and struggle, Silco shoved his foot down on his head a little harder, and pushed him into the dirt just a touch more.

He looked at the guard, and blinked, let the man take in his face, the scar, the eye that didn't close.

Just let him drink it in, and perceive it. ]

Well, When one supports a traitor to the Regent...

[ Please, please, the guard said, and swallowed. I didn't know, he didn't say anything, just --

Silco cut him off with a sneer. ]

I don't think they would be forgiving, since ignorance really is no excuse.