Perfection such as that is surely unobtainable. A man like you could own the world and still want more. [Silas wouldn't stoke the man's ego by saying I wouldn't put that passed you, even though it was true. Oscar was a man of unbridled ambition, if he wasn't a member of the Springtide, chained to their traditions as much as he chose to be, well.... Silas wouldn't be surprised by anything he could do with so much drive.]
[The great maker gave Oscar a compulsive need for trouble and a very restrained society because otherwise, Oscar would hunt down the very maker and try to overthrow them.]
[It's a shame that such attention was given to him, while the pink lily pig boy was ignored. They should know where the real source of cute evil was in this world.]
Well, if I own nothing then technically I already own everything. [he smiles, wryly, at his circular logic.]
All things in this world are mine... as a druid, a loyal steward of nature.
You are positively ridiculous, Sir Oscar. [Silas says, stern and somehow adoring. It was as affectionate as he could be with his friend without setting him off. He may have added something, but his nose catches scent of the food arriving from the kitchen and he quickly takes in two, snorting breathes before swiveling his attention to the plates arriving. He'll thank the bartender profusely, not taking the time to bat his eyelashes, wanting too much to dig in as soon as was proper. When Silas is eating, he'd a very happy druid.]
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[It's a shame that such attention was given to him, while the pink lily pig boy was ignored. They should know where the real source of cute evil was in this world.]
Well, if I own nothing then technically I already own everything. [he smiles, wryly, at his circular logic.]
All things in this world are mine... as a druid, a loyal steward of nature.
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