Silco is too new to really grasp a lot of that; but he files it away in his mind, allows what he does know to shed light on other pieces of infornation he's accumulated, words he's picked up: Sleeper, Beast.

A better man would think about where the creature might go if it can't find them, might suggest hiding too selfish an option. Silco is not that man.

"Seems a little unfair that, given a beast of my own, there is such a discrepancy in size and power," he remarks. To Viktor, of course, but the octopus manages to look offended even with no visible face, curling its tentacles in mild offense, and swelling up its head as it to promise it could grow just as large as the creature they fought. Silco is charmed despite himself, inclined to look fondly on the little thing that was once a part of himself, and the corner of his small mouth twitches is what's almost a smile, or passes for one on him. "Come now, you know what I mean."