[Mannerly as he was taught, Liem listens to Silco without interrupting, even though the other man has never seemed to care for such things, and even though the words that he strings together make no sense to one who has always locked his resentments away where no one would ever be subjected to them. He does not understand the venom with which Silco rejects the idea of his world's return, even in the same breath as he admits to loving the city he came from.]

You would see that which you hold dearest turned to dust, just to ensure its enemies never take another breath?

[His tone is not accusatory, but rather bewildered. Even if the man has been wronged, even if he hates parts of the world he left behind, this ruthless willingness to sacrifice the good along with it shocks him. Perhaps most of all because Silco claims not to care at all what might come after, in the world that Zenith promises. He only wants to see justice done — but what a cruel, pitiless justice it is.]

Why? For yourself? For the city? If resurrecting someone I hated was the price of bringing back someone I loved, I would still do it. You cut off your nose to spite your face.