[ Silco ran a finger against his chin, considering. Of course, he had started to fade, occasionally, and with a frequency that suggested that he was getting better at it. He'd vanished from sight in front of his mirror -- which was intriguing -- and just went to show that yes, he could absolutely do that if he wanted.

He smiled, and offered a note of thought. A soft 'hm, as he considered. ]

I'm an... ideas type. I'm much more of a planner than a... fighter. [ A smirk, and he spread his hands. ] I'm almost fifty, after all.

I can assure you, though. There's nothing better than a well-crafted plan.

[ Says he, the man whose own daughter ruined his plans constantly. ]