[ That question, of course, Silco doesn't have to hesitate to answer.

He has been open about where he is from, no secret needed, when it came to a land that was now dead, and buried. ]

I come from a place called Zaun. [ Well, technically, it was the undercity of Piltover, but... ] We're situated underneath, in the fissures, a city called Piltover. Supposedly, our actual ruling city.

[ That is said, with a bite. ] It is a hard place, we have nothing, we are nothing. We're made to support Piltover on our backs, and ask for nothing in return. Our children work the mines that we are all too old to do anymore, and they barely send their enforcers to us, lest they breath our poisoned air.

[ It's fervent, almost angry, but there's a tinge in there. There's one thing in this universe Silco actually gives a damn about other than his daughter, and it is Zaun. ] Our people are hard, they know that power only comes if one can take it. Our city is slathered in neon and in the streets now... now the enforcers don't go out of their own fear.

[ A smile, then. ]

That was...a recent change. In the past decade or so. I would say the next would bring even more changes, but...