She doesn't answer his question, but maybe he has a good idea of how she would have answered it anyway. Silco's silence says a lot too. Maybe the old man is thinking along the same lines, realizing the very same thing. He rolls his shoulders in some kind of a half-shrug, wearing an equally unreadable expression on his face. ]
Who knows.
[ He'll leave it at that. If it's another landmine, well— he'll figure out a way around it. ]
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She doesn't answer his question, but maybe he has a good idea of how she would have answered it anyway. Silco's silence says a lot too. Maybe the old man is thinking along the same lines, realizing the very same thing. He rolls his shoulders in some kind of a half-shrug, wearing an equally unreadable expression on his face. ]
Who knows.
[ He'll leave it at that. If it's another landmine, well— he'll figure out a way around it. ]
Shall we keep going?