[ Silco sees it, that flower, and understands that it is still something that Set holds in his heart as a possibility. As much as Silco hates any that would stand against him to destroy the lot of it, Set is different. He doesn't care about the myriad of other worlds -- but he cares about his world, and his lands. Something that Silco can understand, even though he has turned aside from Zaun's revival.

He does not say what he thinks, but he does not have to, at Set's promise to take Piltover. They are together, they have shared and dissipated each others blight, and it's clear as day, that hopelessness that Silco feels. That there will be something missing, if he's to go back, even if Piltover burns. There's something important missing -- or so he thinks -- and the reconstruction of the universe will not give back what was taken from him. Supposedly.

His daughter was dying in his arms, after all, before he arrived here. ]

Would you also have been willing to let me burn all that stood in my path? [ He asked, his tone sharp, head tipped. ] Would you have promised to put an end to my enemies, and made them suffer?

[ One enemy, in particular. ] I can guess that you would, wouldn't you? If only my world was redeemable, in that way.