[ That wasn't an experience Silco really understood. He had been on his own since he could remember, since he'd been a boy slipping through the fissures and mining as best they could for someone else's profit. ]

I'm just learning the sensation. I lived in the same city all my life.

[ He admitted. It's an innocent statement. It makes Silco seem less worldly than he acts, but he'd always been proud of living in Zaun, of never leaving, of knowing each street like the back of his hand, the tapestry of winding alleys something that he could navigate whether he was trying to lose enforcers or when he'd stumbled through the streets, dripping wet and nursing an infected wound to his eye. He knew what was safe, and where. Every last crevice of it.

Here, it was different. Alien. He had learned enough of Mirth, but it's a long process to learn the rest of it. Time, but then again... wasn't time all he had? ]

I think we're all in this strange boat together, hm?