Silco knows, that the players in Set's story of betrayal and fratricide were miscast in the tale whispered in the wake of it. That his comment about stories being told by those with power, for power, was born of a mild bitterness; that in this, Silco has more power than a god, resigned to his leading role as evil, tyrannical, things that he truly was but no one had ever bothered seeking the answers to. ( Is this why he seeks Kenos's answers, then? )
They understand one another, because they both were the betrayed party. Because the men they admired and worked with for years ( centuries ), whom they both may have loved unconditionally in their own ways — those men ruined them, and left them to claw their way out of the too-shallow graves they were left in. But, where Silco hates Vander, Set hates-fears Osiris.
How can he not appreciate this man's desire to drag him into the dark? He lives in the dark already, in a different type of gloom that he does not truly fight, but drags in his wake like a gown of mire and wickedness. A high collar that had been thrown around his throat, tethering him to the reality of the world and its need to have him, one day, be the atlas upon which order was balanced — given meaning, for how could there be meaning without an Adversary? ]
Neither have I.
[ He has never settled. No matter what Osiris had said, about being the one to crown Set in divinity that he fashioned for his little brother, about being the reason for all of Set's bounty and power — it cannot be true ( it could be true ). He will prove Osiris wrong, once and for all, he will let his hate-fear burn within him and lead him in the creation of the old, the raising of millions of worlds as a dark, terrible star. He will deny Zenith their delusion, for whether he was made into a tyrant or chose the path himself, he must conquer and destroy. ]
I know you will stand in my way, and I either I will kill you, or Sebastian will have your eternal soul. Either way, I will mourn you. [ There is no lie in it, no attempt at pandering or pacification. ] I do not want to have to fight you until the bitter end, though. At the least, you know I will face you when I do. And if Zenith prevails, I will burn their world alongside you out of sheer spite — because to achieve the good world they desire, they cannot suffer men like you, or the free, hard, violent people of Zaun, to inhabit it.
[ Maybe he leans in, playing to Silco's tune a little. ]
Even if Meridian does not call to you, you will always have a path to walk within its fire — through me. I will be your path. To ensure Piltover is erased from existence, no matter what comes of this war, because —
[ Because? ]
I know we will trade together. Silco, before we do... I would rather tell you what you will see, before you witness it. The way we could not control ourselves before, I would give us control now.
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[ Silco knows it for sure, now.
Silco knows, that the players in Set's story of betrayal and fratricide were miscast in the tale whispered in the wake of it. That his comment about stories being told by those with power, for power, was born of a mild bitterness; that in this, Silco has more power than a god, resigned to his leading role as evil, tyrannical, things that he truly was but no one had ever bothered seeking the answers to. ( Is this why he seeks Kenos's answers, then? )
They understand one another, because they both were the betrayed party. Because the men they admired and worked with for years ( centuries ), whom they both may have loved unconditionally in their own ways — those men ruined them, and left them to claw their way out of the too-shallow graves they were left in. But, where Silco hates Vander, Set hates-fears Osiris.
How can he not appreciate this man's desire to drag him into the dark? He lives in the dark already, in a different type of gloom that he does not truly fight, but drags in his wake like a gown of mire and wickedness. A high collar that had been thrown around his throat, tethering him to the reality of the world and its need to have him, one day, be the atlas upon which order was balanced — given meaning, for how could there be meaning without an Adversary? ]
Neither have I.
[ He has never settled. No matter what Osiris had said, about being the one to crown Set in divinity that he fashioned for his little brother, about being the reason for all of Set's bounty and power — it cannot be true ( it could be true ). He will prove Osiris wrong, once and for all, he will let his hate-fear burn within him and lead him in the creation of the old, the raising of millions of worlds as a dark, terrible star. He will deny Zenith their delusion, for whether he was made into a tyrant or chose the path himself, he must conquer and destroy. ]
I know you will stand in my way, and I either I will kill you, or Sebastian will have your eternal soul. Either way, I will mourn you. [ There is no lie in it, no attempt at pandering or pacification. ] I do not want to have to fight you until the bitter end, though. At the least, you know I will face you when I do. And if Zenith prevails, I will burn their world alongside you out of sheer spite — because to achieve the good world they desire, they cannot suffer men like you, or the free, hard, violent people of Zaun, to inhabit it.
[ Maybe he leans in, playing to Silco's tune a little. ]
Even if Meridian does not call to you, you will always have a path to walk within its fire — through me. I will be your path. To ensure Piltover is erased from existence, no matter what comes of this war, because —
[ Because? ]
I know we will trade together. Silco, before we do... I would rather tell you what you will see, before you witness it. The way we could not control ourselves before, I would give us control now.