Some say it's a nasty habit. [ He admitted it, before he puffed away at the cigar another moment. ] Then again, if I'm going to die of lung disease, it won't be the cigars that kill me.
[ There's a certain...devil-may-care (hah) about smoking in Zaun. After all, the air was rancid, filled with so much poison that most of them developed lung diseases early, and Silco -- oh, he'd been in the mines, where it was the worst. Why should he care about whether the nicotine would scour his lungs and rend them near-useless. Fresh oxygen alone was a luxury, and so Silco didn't care about whether it would burn his lungs further -- and here? Here they said that their bodies regenerated easily, and after his hand had regenerated after he'd had it snapped -- by the first encounter with that Innocence...
Well, he supposed it didn't matter now. ]
Regardless, thank you. It seems we both recovered well enough. I was...a bit concerned, at first, I will admit, when we didn't see you escape.
[ He spread his hands, then, a quirk of a smirk on his face. ] It's good to see you here, instead of held by them. [ He couldn't imagine That Thing letting go so easily, and yet here he was, amongst them. It was relieving, he supposed. Makoto had fought like hell to take the thing down, and anyone who had such violent hatred toward it was exactly who he wanted to know. ]
I assume you're looking forward to the... [ His eyes flicked to the dais, where they were set to burn.] Eventual festivities, in whatever form they take, hm?
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[ There's a certain...devil-may-care (hah) about smoking in Zaun. After all, the air was rancid, filled with so much poison that most of them developed lung diseases early, and Silco -- oh, he'd been in the mines, where it was the worst. Why should he care about whether the nicotine would scour his lungs and rend them near-useless. Fresh oxygen alone was a luxury, and so Silco didn't care about whether it would burn his lungs further -- and here? Here they said that their bodies regenerated easily, and after his hand had regenerated after he'd had it snapped -- by the first encounter with that Innocence...
Well, he supposed it didn't matter now. ]
Regardless, thank you. It seems we both recovered well enough. I was...a bit concerned, at first, I will admit, when we didn't see you escape.
[ He spread his hands, then, a quirk of a smirk on his face. ] It's good to see you here, instead of held by them. [ He couldn't imagine That Thing letting go so easily, and yet here he was, amongst them. It was relieving, he supposed. Makoto had fought like hell to take the thing down, and anyone who had such violent hatred toward it was exactly who he wanted to know. ]
I assume you're looking forward to the... [ His eyes flicked to the dais, where they were set to burn.] Eventual festivities, in whatever form they take, hm?