[ Ugh, imagine if a sanctimonious Pleroma decided to interject. Silco didn't want any part in dealing with that, unless he was lording the fact that the Regent was going to go scorched earth sooner rather than later, so he too kept his voice low. ]

Hm, I think it's... psychological.

Are they going to rush to Venera? Are they going to protect mole is scurrying around in Godsblood?

Or will they go after us? All this does is send them into a frenzy. [ He laughs, it's a nasty little snort. ] Look at all of them... throwing their fits, making dramatic speeches. [ He waved his hand. ] There's virtue in it. Making them all lose their collective wits.