[ With Jinx in his palm, he kept his hand low. His arm pressed below Silco's eyeline, so that the man would know she was always there. That he was not drawing her into his body the way he had once with Quetzalcoatl's Shard, before stealing her away to revive her at the Tree. It's respect for the other man that keeps him still, keeps Jinx sheltered in his palm. And respect for their relationship, the importance and depth of it, which has him steadying Silco's hand once more with his own. His world cradled between their clasped fingers. ]

Come now, Silco. You are a man of business. What, exactly, was the wording of your contract?

[ If the man was sloppy about what he was agreeing to, there was no hope for him.

And Set could not directly intervene. Such a move would place him firmly in opposition to Sebastian, whom he also respected for what he was. Simple as that. He was a predator, a hungry one, and refuting his right to Silco's soul would be a dire, foolish move. Naturally, Set has a mind that befits a trickster. One who twists the letter and the spirit of the law as readily as he twists heads from necks; his mind is fae-like, functioning in a far, far different way than a mortal's, yet oddly beholden to their sentimentality and sensitivity at times. ]

Honestly, considering Zenith's culture of revering souls, I am surprised the all-knowing Lady Yima is allowing this to happen to one of her most trusted Zenites. I thought you had worth to her. I worry for the future of your daughter, if you do not — even at your heights of Harmonization. She is not as loyal and proven as you, after all.