[ It's hard to miss her when she drew near, moving like a shifting picture, like those sequences of images that they shifted in books for children. Silco looked up from the knife, his head tipped, as if he's surprised by the statement. ]

Yes, I suppose it is. [ He said, a small, little smile that curled on his face. ] If I'm going to harm someone, I want to see it, when the knife cuts them.

[ It's a little dark, but for a Zaunite? It's fairly normal. He tapped it against the table, emphasizing the rest of the weapons. ] You have a favorite among these?