[When one was surrounded by other versions of monsters, it was easy to feel at home there being the biggest fish. Aldrip and by extension Rumpitur and Ketsora were full of people either naïve or Chosen who wanted to live their little 'best' lives and didn't stray far from what was considered legal or just. He considered it a lack of motivation and being hide bound. Richard was one of the few people who made overtures of being something more, similar to the sense he got from Emet-Selch before the mage left.]

Oh yes, we are all individuals. Kindred spirits then. [He was amused by the finality, like it was some kind of declaration. He wondered when they might turn their attentions to seeing if they could destroy each other as a threat to their own personal goals.

Of course, Richard was too new to have personal goals here yet. They would come. Silco would be ready to give a hand up or a smack down depending on what suited his own personal motivations.]

Hope is an excellent motivator, if provided in the right quantities. She wants what I have; she might be disgusted by it but it is truth. [He raised his glass to a toast as well, drinking back the last of the whiskey.] I need her to break her relationships, isolate her but by her own actions. I want her to experience what it is to be alone with one's own mistakes. [Just like her adoptive father.]