"Or, the Regent is waiting, to make it drag out a little longer," he said it with a curl of a smile. Silco respected the Regent -- or rather, the Regent's power -- a great deal, and while he didn't know anything about them beyond what they had offered... whether it was a person, or a force of nature truly, it didn't matter. While Silco would love to have a piece of that power for himself, it would all be in the pursuit of their shared goals.

Which unless the Regent either decided to not end the universe, or conversely, had been the one to do the deed to his realm -- which was unforgivable for one life that would have perished, and one life alone -- Silco had no qualms following them. His tone implied, that he found the prospect of the Regent making them wait: amusing.

"I hope that it does feel fear. I hope that it's squirming in there, knowing that it played its way right to the Regent, and that it's going to die here, tonight. That there's nothing left for it now, and that it was foolish to squander its power, by coming here."

He reached up, and ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it down. "Only if the Regent makes it so, of course."