[ Silco does not have himself to give. Not now, and perhaps not ever. He is promised to Sebastian in a way that the god could not circumvent, and likely would not choose to, given the way the two of them spoke to one another, and interacted. It was... interesting was the nice way to put it, and he knew better than to offer what he could not give. Silco would be nothing in the end, if he made it that far. He wished to allow the reverberations of his presence echo, but would it truly do so? Or would he merely fade into nothingness and obscurity, revenge all that was left for him to achieve, and nothing more?
He hated that, just as much. He wanted power, he wanted the pursuit of it, and the achievement of it to be his legacy. Shimmer was only a part, of course. He wanted to see this world fall apart, crumbling at the foundation and the shockwaves of power taking it down by the seams. In the end, he cared for Zenith only as a vehicle of destruction, of finding a way to destroy, because he did not believe this world would be perfect that they would achieve. If it was, Jinx would perfect it, make it whole and chaotic and rife with chaos, and she would destroy it from within if it was found wanting.
Set pulled away, and there's biting, thrashing within communion. Did he think to try to corrupt him? Him? Silco did not rush forward, but he reached out again to take Set's hand in his, his teeth bared. ]
Do not try to spare me your convictions, Set. If you think I am so weak in my own devotion to Zenith, you will find your efforts wasted. I want this Meridian out. I will hold fast against whatever you try to corrupt me with.
[ He had no doubts. None. And that Set would try to pull him away from that snapping beast that lurked, he wanted to wrest it from him personally. Pull that monster free and unleash it on the shard-bearers within here like a violent, snapping thing. He wanted it to bite the hands that fed it, and lay waste to them. What did he care about this world? What did he care about the rest of theirs? Even Set's -- but he withheld that thought, kept it close -- for he knew now, that the man was motivated in the same way he was.
Would he not have turned the world asunder if the Sister had reappeared, and turned Jinx against him? Would he not have given anything to see her back? Even revived Piltover, just for the chance of it? Would he havethe chance, if he were there? No, this is better, freed of Vi and whatever filth and nonsense she would have tried to sway Jinx with, and he knew his daughter, he knew she would, because Vi did what Vander neverfind her, and not just to kill her again.
There would be apologies for Jinx, where there never would be for Silco, and he could not allow that. It was just them, after all. It would always be just them. ]
I would help make you a monster, Set. Find the power that lies here, and help you achieve it. I want to see this chaos you promise us come to the fullness of its power. [ He wants to corrupt him, bring him to Zenith, but even if he does not --
With their hands rejoined, he uses communion to speak the words now, lest Sebastian overhear this. ] I would aid you in this, for the price of watching over my daughter when I am not able to.
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He hated that, just as much. He wanted power, he wanted the pursuit of it, and the achievement of it to be his legacy. Shimmer was only a part, of course. He wanted to see this world fall apart, crumbling at the foundation and the shockwaves of power taking it down by the seams. In the end, he cared for Zenith only as a vehicle of destruction, of finding a way to destroy, because he did not believe this world would be perfect that they would achieve. If it was, Jinx would perfect it, make it whole and chaotic and rife with chaos, and she would destroy it from within if it was found wanting.
Set pulled away, and there's biting, thrashing within communion. Did he think to try to corrupt him? Him? Silco did not rush forward, but he reached out again to take Set's hand in his, his teeth bared. ]
Do not try to spare me your convictions, Set. If you think I am so weak in my own devotion to Zenith, you will find your efforts wasted. I want this Meridian out. I will hold fast against whatever you try to corrupt me with.
[ He had no doubts. None. And that Set would try to pull him away from that snapping beast that lurked, he wanted to wrest it from him personally. Pull that monster free and unleash it on the shard-bearers within here like a violent, snapping thing. He wanted it to bite the hands that fed it, and lay waste to them. What did he care about this world? What did he care about the rest of theirs? Even Set's -- but he withheld that thought, kept it close -- for he knew now, that the man was motivated in the same way he was.
Would he not have turned the world asunder if the Sister had reappeared, and turned Jinx against him? Would he not have given anything to see her back? Even revived Piltover, just for the chance of it? Would he havethe chance, if he were there? No, this is better, freed of Vi and whatever filth and nonsense she would have tried to sway Jinx with, and he knew his daughter, he knew she would, because Vi did what Vander neverfind her, and not just to kill her again.
There would be apologies for Jinx, where there never would be for Silco, and he could not allow that. It was just them, after all. It would always be just them. ]
I would help make you a monster, Set. Find the power that lies here, and help you achieve it. I want to see this chaos you promise us come to the fullness of its power. [ He wants to corrupt him, bring him to Zenith, but even if he does not --
With their hands rejoined, he uses communion to speak the words now, lest Sebastian overhear this. ] I would aid you in this, for the price of watching over my daughter when I am not able to.