Silas
Silas can honestly say that he does not care how Elric feels, but these little assignments can turn out to be interesting. Far more so than hanging around his father, at least.
“He doesn’t seem to be too careful. I might be able to learn more from him if I wanted, and figure out what his actual lineage is.” What Silas actually means is that he wants to learn his new sibling’s weaknesses. There isn’t a lot about the Order that Silas doesn’t already know, and even less that would actually be useful, but the newcomer would be naive to these facts.
“I suppose I could figure out why the Order even picked him to begin with. His ignorance could be useful too, who knows. I have no brotherly attachment but the fact that he is from another world entirely means that he’s different.” And to translate again: Silas needs to confirm something for himself.
Elric exhales slowly, a stream of steam sifting from his nostrils as he watches the lips of his son drawl slowly to form each word spoken from his mouth. He remembers the shape of those lips; exactly the woman who had conceived this bastard of a son. The scent of rainwater lingers just slightly, making Elric lick the inside of his lower lip subtly; he remembers the taste of that blood he once drew from that woman.
“ My suggestion, would be to keep your nose as low as possible. Further investigate into this matter but do not let yourself be noticed. We do not need two sides against us. The Order wishes to remain out of this war, but should a need arise, I’m assured they will come up against our cause.
“ Of course, as my loyal son, and for as intelligent as you are, you will heed my words exactly. I want to know as much as possible about this foreigner son of mine. And if he proves to be a problem, I’ll cut his ties short and bring him to his knees. You will find anyone else he may have brought with him as well.
“ Is that understood? ”
