[ Set does not immediately answer the question asked of him — about his child being dead, entirely out of reach. He has offered his half of their trade, and now awaits Silco's end as well; they wish to control this, in the way that other things had not been controlled, as they had shed blood in ritual manner for one another and come to find a horrible connection that would bind them together.
It is not the first time, that he has heard of the name of the former world that many of the Shard-bearers had hailed from. Horos seems to have been a defining factor in many of their decisions to align with the Lady and her faction, and others had thrown their lot in with Meridian despite any lingering attachment to the Lady for saving them. An original world ruined, and the next; no wonder Zenith is so strong in some of them, Silco included. ]
Dying, but not dead? Surely there was a chance to save her, then?
[ Still, the twinge of pure loathing he feels — is it his own? is it the commingling of his and Silco's souls, the understanding brokered between them? is it simply the judgment he has rendered upon a city he only knows via a man's hateful ramblings? Seriously, fuck Piltover. Were it his own child, he would raze the city to the ground. In fact, he had. He had slaughtered boys for the crime of resembling, but not truly being his lost child. A horrific campaign, one that he would never willingly breathe a word of — unless he wished to free someone of their care and consideration for him, finitely. ]
— Silco, [ he answers with a sigh, ] if my child were dead, you know where I would be.
[ With Zenith. ]
Anubis is actually my brother's child. He stole my ability to father children, and begat the boy I raised from birth with my wife — so that I could never belong to anyone that was not him. Now, Anubis — is corrupted against me. Osiris did something, to make him forget me, hate me. My brother stole him.
[ So. Is it any wonder that he must go home? Is it any wonder, he must make Osiris pay? Surely, Silco can understand the need to rend a traitorous brother to pieces for the crimes he has committed against the self, and the child. ]
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It is not the first time, that he has heard of the name of the former world that many of the Shard-bearers had hailed from. Horos seems to have been a defining factor in many of their decisions to align with the Lady and her faction, and others had thrown their lot in with Meridian despite any lingering attachment to the Lady for saving them. An original world ruined, and the next; no wonder Zenith is so strong in some of them, Silco included. ]
Dying, but not dead? Surely there was a chance to save her, then?
[ Still, the twinge of pure loathing he feels — is it his own? is it the commingling of his and Silco's souls, the understanding brokered between them? is it simply the judgment he has rendered upon a city he only knows via a man's hateful ramblings? Seriously, fuck Piltover. Were it his own child, he would raze the city to the ground. In fact, he had. He had slaughtered boys for the crime of resembling, but not truly being his lost child. A horrific campaign, one that he would never willingly breathe a word of — unless he wished to free someone of their care and consideration for him, finitely. ]
— Silco, [ he answers with a sigh, ] if my child were dead, you know where I would be.
[ With Zenith. ]
Anubis is actually my brother's child. He stole my ability to father children, and begat the boy I raised from birth with my wife — so that I could never belong to anyone that was not him. Now, Anubis — is corrupted against me. Osiris did something, to make him forget me, hate me. My brother stole him.
[ So. Is it any wonder that he must go home? Is it any wonder, he must make Osiris pay? Surely, Silco can understand the need to rend a traitorous brother to pieces for the crimes he has committed against the self, and the child. ]