[ Silco, being a cold hard man who only cried when he injected painful medication into his eye, felt for just a moment: truly uncomfortable.
The woman crying, he could understand. She was caught, she had no way out. What was she going to do? She was giving up, and crying was so often the act of someone who was truly without options. He watched her, and was just fed up -- and then Matt started to cry -- started, although Silco saw him try to pull it away.
He rolled his eyes, and finally, when she stood, placed a hand on her shoulder, from behind, and he dropped his concealment, and smirked. ]
There now, we'll take you to our nice...jail cell, where Matt can keep you company, since you two are...so close.
[ Did it sound sarcastic? It was. Flora would find no comfort from him. ]
You are going to come quietly, aren't you?
[ He asked, pulling out a pair of cuffs, from one of the pouches hidden by his large coat. ]
cw: eye trauma
The woman crying, he could understand. She was caught, she had no way out. What was she going to do? She was giving up, and crying was so often the act of someone who was truly without options. He watched her, and was just fed up -- and then Matt started to cry -- started, although Silco saw him try to pull it away.
He rolled his eyes, and finally, when she stood, placed a hand on her shoulder, from behind, and he dropped his concealment, and smirked. ]
There now, we'll take you to our nice...jail cell, where Matt can keep you company, since you two are...so close.
[ Did it sound sarcastic? It was. Flora would find no comfort from him. ]
You are going to come quietly, aren't you?
[ He asked, pulling out a pair of cuffs, from one of the pouches hidden by his large coat. ]