I do remember you said it before. That you would not be Meridian, because it would mean that parasite, Piltover, would return alongside your beloved Zaun. And then I told you, that I would ensure Piltover burned.

[ Meridian's vow was the vow that all would return. There was no pruning a dead bush, there was no changing anything to perfect it — no, that was the purview of Zenith. You took the good and the bad, with Meridian. And if one's world was naught but bad, you got all the bad alone. Still, Silco humors him. And he is undeniably immutable. Destruction is in his soul, fire and brimstone the way he would carve out any future. He understands this truth about Silco. He finds it is dangerous, in the way that powerless humans with infinite appetites can be — like locusts. Love is not something he feels for others, it is reserved for one ( two ) individuals alone, but he find someone agreeable.

Agreeable, means acceptable. A mark on the world he would observe. And to like someone? Well, that went a little deeper than simply finding them agreeable. That warranted direct involvement, longevity of relationship. Like this, he knows Silco can see his vow to Yima. The pledge he had made to join Zenith should he 'fail', and her flower lives among the red irises that choke him and restrict his movements, shaped like a multitude of grasping hands that clutch at him, aim to control him. Restrict his freedom and the chaos he drags with him. ]

I know your soul is pledged to Sebastian, for his power. I almost wonder what it would have been like, for us to have made that pact instead.

[ Maybe he feels like imagining things right now. It's a little fun. ]