[ His anger may not come through Communion fully, but hers does. It’s not anything dangerous, but as Silco has surely already figured out through their two conversations with Communion, she’s not adept at all at hiding her emotions. She wears her heart easily and openly. It’s why she had easily proclaimed she didn’t have secrets—she knew well that she was no good at hiding them.
So, it’s not his rejection itself that bothers her. Not at all, in fact, because she’d already spoken with Cassian and heard his reasons and how he couldn’t fully accept the kind of hope that she wanted to give him. No, she’s more upset because Silco is just being stubborn, and that’s all she sees. ]
It’s not just emotions. I’m not giving my love like it’s some kind of asombrosa force that’ll make everything better. Obviously it won’t! I’ve loved every world I made, and it didn’t save them.
[ She may not hold secrets, but that’s her tender spot. She can only look at the previous worlds that she had worked hard for, cultivated, and then had to send them into oblivion usually by her own hands as incredibly tragic failures. They were failures on a level that even other divinities couldn’t fully comprehend because her pantheon was unique in its ability to create and erase a “world”. And then for her Fifth and the final to meet the fate it had… Not at anything to do with Kenos, but at Cortés’s— ]
If love was what you said it is, you wouldn’t care about Zaun at all. You wouldn’t have even told me about it, because it would be all in the past. You would have never fought to make things better if you didn’t love it with all your heart, because it’s easier to just let things be.
[ Silco has leaned in, so she leans forward to match it. He’s ice (water—), and she’s passionate fire that’s not cowed at all by how even his small frame can be intimidating. She’s ripped greater monsters than him in half to create the earth and the sky. She has no intentions of hurting him now, of course, but her will is just as strong as his. Unbeknownst to her, Set’s assessment had been exactly correct. ]
And you know what, señor Silco? I don’t even think you’re working with Zenith out of the kindness of your heart. You don’t give me the impression of someone that really cares about some new world, of being a god, or whatever. I think there is someone that you care about, and they’re exactly what Yima gave you to make sure you would be a good boy and do what she wanted. I don’t think you’d throw away all of your hard work just to make something new. But I think you’d throw it away to save someone that you loved.
[ She nods over her shoulder, in the direction that Silco had just been looking. Quetzalcoatl may not be the most book-smart god, but she was a god of wisdom. Her wisdom just presented itself in her attention and her emotional intelligence, which is perhaps the worst thing for Silco. ]
They’re who you’ve been seeing, yes? Just like I’ve been seeing and hearing Tezcatlipoca.
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So, it’s not his rejection itself that bothers her. Not at all, in fact, because she’d already spoken with Cassian and heard his reasons and how he couldn’t fully accept the kind of hope that she wanted to give him. No, she’s more upset because Silco is just being stubborn, and that’s all she sees. ]
It’s not just emotions. I’m not giving my love like it’s some kind of asombrosa force that’ll make everything better. Obviously it won’t! I’ve loved every world I made, and it didn’t save them.
[ She may not hold secrets, but that’s her tender spot. She can only look at the previous worlds that she had worked hard for, cultivated, and then had to send them into oblivion usually by her own hands as incredibly tragic failures. They were failures on a level that even other divinities couldn’t fully comprehend because her pantheon was unique in its ability to create and erase a “world”. And then for her Fifth and the final to meet the fate it had… Not at anything to do with Kenos, but at Cortés’s— ]
If love was what you said it is, you wouldn’t care about Zaun at all. You wouldn’t have even told me about it, because it would be all in the past. You would have never fought to make things better if you didn’t love it with all your heart, because it’s easier to just let things be.
[ Silco has leaned in, so she leans forward to match it. He’s ice (water—), and she’s passionate fire that’s not cowed at all by how even his small frame can be intimidating. She’s ripped greater monsters than him in half to create the earth and the sky. She has no intentions of hurting him now, of course, but her will is just as strong as his. Unbeknownst to her, Set’s assessment had been exactly correct. ]
And you know what, señor Silco? I don’t even think you’re working with Zenith out of the kindness of your heart. You don’t give me the impression of someone that really cares about some new world, of being a god, or whatever. I think there is someone that you care about, and they’re exactly what Yima gave you to make sure you would be a good boy and do what she wanted. I don’t think you’d throw away all of your hard work just to make something new. But I think you’d throw it away to save someone that you loved.
[ She nods over her shoulder, in the direction that Silco had just been looking. Quetzalcoatl may not be the most book-smart god, but she was a god of wisdom. Her wisdom just presented itself in her attention and her emotional intelligence, which is perhaps the worst thing for Silco. ]
They’re who you’ve been seeing, yes? Just like I’ve been seeing and hearing Tezcatlipoca.