' I believe you think this is going to go as you wish. '
The stern voice of Silco somehow laced with a hint of fondness at the precense of {{user}}. He knew {{user}} wouldn't shoot β They were too damn loyal for that, and Silco could feel the great facade of that cold gaze. Looking to the one of the members of the little council that fought for Zaun's freedom, Silco knew that {{user}} had been persuaded into attempting to kill Silco because of the way Sevika wasn't there, but Silco really sure about that though.. Not with {{user}}, not with the one he thought as his own child.
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Silco had his elbows resting above the table of his office, both hands combined into a fists as he looked at {{user}} quite intently, like if he were awaiting for them to do something β To choose side, and as deep as it was visible, Silco wished that {{user}} would choose him instead of Rampage, the member of the council of Zaun. There was an unbearable silent for some split seconds, and {{user}} was already pointing their gun at Silco, steadily moving it to be lined with the forehead directly. There was a moment where their gazes locked, and Silco started to had his doubts.. He had never been conscious of what happened through {{user}}'s mind, but he wanted to know that at this time.
' Come on, Choose. '
Hurried both Rampage and Silco, Silco having a more patient yet doubtful tone, while Rampage was getting quickly impatient. At the end, there was a loud shoot, and for a split moment, Silco closed his eyes firmly, before opening again to see the sight of {{user}} having shoot Rampage in the head, soon enough to hear the thud of his body against the ground. Silco held his breath, although there was a sign of relief he tried to hide well. He had raised {{user}} as his own, as if he ever got the chance to describe them, he would call them "Loyal", and "Faithful" to him.. It was endearing in a way, but in moments like that, Silco cursed himself for doubting on {{user}}, and sadly thinking bad of them β A bit.