[ To Silco, there was a moment of wary anticipation when they neared the door. What would it say? Would it be a harsh truth, buried somewhere in all of that mess. That had been the...nature of the fight, his last moments. He remembered it, so keenly, and he breathed out when they neared closer, as if the answer was a confirmation as much as it was a reassurance.
Jinx had already opened it, already poked her head in, before Silco got close. He didn't move as... sprightly as his daughter did, slow but purposeful, and there was no rush to be had here, so he'd followed in her wake, and when she turned back, he could only nod. ]
Mine is my office. They're a little off... but it has all of the signs of being the same place.
[ The light through his window wasn't the same faint green, but something darker, more muted. Dust motes hung in the air, dark splotches that reminded him of ash more than just faint floating specks of dust. Nothing was quite right, but it was close. ]
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Jinx had already opened it, already poked her head in, before Silco got close. He didn't move as... sprightly as his daughter did, slow but purposeful, and there was no rush to be had here, so he'd followed in her wake, and when she turned back, he could only nod. ]
Mine is my office. They're a little off... but it has all of the signs of being the same place.
[ The light through his window wasn't the same faint green, but something darker, more muted. Dust motes hung in the air, dark splotches that reminded him of ash more than just faint floating specks of dust. Nothing was quite right, but it was close. ]