[ What Silco passes to him, is nothing short than a way to unmake him. Unfortunately, Set has also passed to the man the means to unmake him, as well. There is no victory in admitting what they will see, when they pass Meridian and Zenith energies between them. There is only the fact that they can do it, while they choose to, rather than when it is wrested from them and revealed like someone tearing secrets from their bodies and casting them to the winds. Few know that she exists, let alone — anything else.
Silco's daughter. The girl named Jinx.
Incredulously, punch-shocked by the whole situation, he feels he has entered some parallel dimension. One, where he hears something hidden in what Silco says and cannot fathom that he means it. He cannot mean that hidden thing, he cannot be asking that secret, unspoken thing. His eyes widen, pupils thinning like a startled cat; Set has always been far too expressive, unmasked and bare-faced as he is. He wishes he had his mask now, and instead all that he has is the vague alignment of his fingers to Silco's. What a hilariously wretched pair they are. Two men who can undeniably understand one another, and who would be so undoubtedly powerful if only they were able to unify on one side or the other. ]
— honestly, I was suggesting you eliminate the Lady and the threat she also imposes upon your daughter. You cannot be suggesting what I think you are.
[ The wry smile catches him. He does not think of who Silco could have been, if he had not been thrust into the waters and commanded to die for — for what? What could even inspire Vander to turn upon someone his life was already irrevocably bound to? What threat could Silco have represented, that death was the only way to handle him? Certainly, Set sees death as the only way to end him — but, it is born of the muddled respect he has for an implacable man. He only thinks of who he is. A difficult man, but one that Set — oddly admires. ]
If I were to, [ he swallows, and hostility ( how dare you, audacious human ) blooms briefly within him, ] look after her life, you would be asking me to abandon my own child in favor of yours. If she can only exist in Zenith's future, I cannot do that. But. If you think, for a moment, that Meridian's victory [ there is no 'if' between them, only deals to be struck, ground to be covered ] could also be a life she thrives in, destroys and runs heedless and free throughout — you know I would love her like my own.
[ Chaos. Strife. If anything, Jinx sounds more like a child of his than his own son — whom he wanted a long, beautiful life for. Because he would never ask his child to change his stripes, and he was born of a gentle mother. Anubis would never survive Zaun, but neither would he yield to the ideal of Piltover. Perhaps that was why he reigned now as the god of death itself, haunting and harrowing to deal with. ]
Silco. As you describe her, I is impossible to think I could not love her, in the way that you would never love my own child.
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Silco's daughter. The girl named Jinx.
Incredulously, punch-shocked by the whole situation, he feels he has entered some parallel dimension. One, where he hears something hidden in what Silco says and cannot fathom that he means it. He cannot mean that hidden thing, he cannot be asking that secret, unspoken thing. His eyes widen, pupils thinning like a startled cat; Set has always been far too expressive, unmasked and bare-faced as he is. He wishes he had his mask now, and instead all that he has is the vague alignment of his fingers to Silco's. What a hilariously wretched pair they are. Two men who can undeniably understand one another, and who would be so undoubtedly powerful if only they were able to unify on one side or the other. ]
— honestly, I was suggesting you eliminate the Lady and the threat she also imposes upon your daughter. You cannot be suggesting what I think you are.
[ The wry smile catches him. He does not think of who Silco could have been, if he had not been thrust into the waters and commanded to die for — for what? What could even inspire Vander to turn upon someone his life was already irrevocably bound to? What threat could Silco have represented, that death was the only way to handle him? Certainly, Set sees death as the only way to end him — but, it is born of the muddled respect he has for an implacable man. He only thinks of who he is. A difficult man, but one that Set — oddly admires. ]
If I were to, [ he swallows, and hostility ( how dare you, audacious human ) blooms briefly within him, ] look after her life, you would be asking me to abandon my own child in favor of yours. If she can only exist in Zenith's future, I cannot do that. But. If you think, for a moment, that Meridian's victory [ there is no 'if' between them, only deals to be struck, ground to be covered ] could also be a life she thrives in, destroys and runs heedless and free throughout — you know I would love her like my own.
[ Chaos. Strife. If anything, Jinx sounds more like a child of his than his own son — whom he wanted a long, beautiful life for. Because he would never ask his child to change his stripes, and he was born of a gentle mother. Anubis would never survive Zaun, but neither would he yield to the ideal of Piltover. Perhaps that was why he reigned now as the god of death itself, haunting and harrowing to deal with. ]
Silco. As you describe her, I is impossible to think I could not love her, in the way that you would never love my own child.