[Siva'co's mind is a stone, cold and solid and inflexible, heavy enough to crush.]
Tell us what happened. Now.
[His pupiless eyes glance at Rust- and then past him, before settling heavily on Misato. She had said she would become what she needed to be. The thought is carved into the stone.]
[A brush flutter of Collector's mind, she doesn't seem to care that Siva'co presumably has put his foot down.] ( What is it you imagine he has done? I am quite curious. He has a melancholic cast, but few attribute any great feats of violence to him. )
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[Siva'co's mind is a stone, cold and solid and inflexible, heavy enough to crush.]
Tell us what happened. Now.
[His pupiless eyes glance at Rust- and then past him, before settling heavily on Misato. She had said she would become what she needed to be. The thought is carved into the stone.]
[A brush flutter of Collector's mind, she doesn't seem to care that Siva'co presumably has put his foot down.] ( What is it you imagine he has done? I am quite curious. He has a melancholic cast, but few attribute any great feats of violence to him. )