In that, we are in agreement. Our children are our future after all, our legacy. [He had new lease on that perspective having died at the hand of his daughter. He wondered if he would be immortalized by another voice she listened to, or if he would simply fade away to stories told of how the Undercity nearly broke free.

He tipped his head to the side as he reached forward to lightly clink their glasses together to complete the toast. With the special skill of 'deception', Silco was already getting a sense that Richard was by far one of the most interesting people he had met.] Such a shame that medicine couldn't save him. At least his children will have a guiding hand such as yourself to see them to their rightful place.

[He had been drinking for many years so the effect was all warmth for the time being as he grown used to it. Richard was definitely going to be drunk, and he wondered what sort of secrets would emerge that he could potentially use in the future should that occur. If he played his cards right, he had no doubt there were more than a few skeletons in that closet.]

I hope you let the scarring be seen by all someday. Your personal story marked on your flesh; there is no shame in it. [He stroked his fingers down his own scarring.] Lessons of life and the strength to endure and be what they fear. Let the monster be seen by all, Richard.

[He nodded his head. Not everyone would like him or care about his dealings, and if he kept it smart enough, he wouldn't have to deal with many of his opponents' mewling if everything appeared above board, as it were. He'd been doing that for years; this was an old game with new players.] The support of the majority is good enough for me; it's good to have critics so you can silence them.