[ He both hears, and does not hear her words, because his heart kicks up so fast and hard that he can barely hear anything, his ears practically ringing from the rush of it as she tries to point out things that Silco most certainly does know, but does not speak to. There are only two people in all of Kenos who have been privy to the knowledge that Silco holds incredibly close -- as Set has not learned this yet -- and he knows Sebastian cannot and he has not even seen Kaeya around.
How did she know?
His eyes dance from her, to the side, as if he's looking back behind him. The shadow of his daughter looms over him, but every time he turns --
He does not see her. Like she's dancing just out of sight, and Silco hates to know that even someone else gets the honor of seeing someone important to them, even if its a mockery of their own goals. Like she's just out of reach, and Silco has so little he values, not like he values Jinx. Even Zaun, for all of his endless hard work and devotion, was nothing when stood next to his daughter, and it makes him angrier that not only does she point out that she exists -- even if she doesn't know who she is -- but that she has someone else that she can see.
'Maybe it's because you're turning your back on me' is what the small voice said behind him, even though his daughter was dying in his arms, and he had no choice. Singed? There was a chance -- it had been the last thought in his head, and he'd been planning to take her -- but that was a long shot, and instead he had a chance of something better, and unleashing his daughter on that "perfect" world, where she can thrive and destroy, and treat it like a playground, instead of... possibly dying.
It's not turning his back on her -- and the thought spurs him to surge forward, angry that Quetz even dared to bring her up, that she dared think about that thing he held so close. She wasn't even here now, he kept her locked away in his quarters, and her shard hadn't been there. But she's mocking him from behind, and this -- person, this supposed "god" that mocked him by talking about love and things being 'worthy' already made Silco angry -- incandescent. Nobody said things like that to him, there was no "worth of love" in Zaun. It was gain power, or die. Struggle, and seize what power one could get -- or one ended up drowned, choked out in the river, merely an afterthought to history.
Silco was angry that she tried to hint at something deeper than that, that she wanted him to know that she knew there was someone important there. She was mocking him with that knowledge, pretending like she cared, when all she wanted was to rub it in, that there was someone -- something to which he valued. Actually valued.
He wanted to tell her that it was nothing -- he'd technically seen nobody -- but instead, his motion forward carried through, and he reached out, his hands trembling, not to grab her, but his hands reach for her throat, as if he could silence her, by doing so. ]
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How did she know?
His eyes dance from her, to the side, as if he's looking back behind him. The shadow of his daughter looms over him, but every time he turns --
He does not see her. Like she's dancing just out of sight, and Silco hates to know that even someone else gets the honor of seeing someone important to them, even if its a mockery of their own goals. Like she's just out of reach, and Silco has so little he values, not like he values Jinx. Even Zaun, for all of his endless hard work and devotion, was nothing when stood next to his daughter, and it makes him angrier that not only does she point out that she exists -- even if she doesn't know who she is -- but that she has someone else that she can see.
'Maybe it's because you're turning your back on me' is what the small voice said behind him, even though his daughter was dying in his arms, and he had no choice. Singed? There was a chance -- it had been the last thought in his head, and he'd been planning to take her -- but that was a long shot, and instead he had a chance of something better, and unleashing his daughter on that "perfect" world, where she can thrive and destroy, and treat it like a playground, instead of... possibly dying.
It's not turning his back on her -- and the thought spurs him to surge forward, angry that Quetz even dared to bring her up, that she dared think about that thing he held so close. She wasn't even here now, he kept her locked away in his quarters, and her shard hadn't been there. But she's mocking him from behind, and this -- person, this supposed "god" that mocked him by talking about love and things being 'worthy' already made Silco angry -- incandescent. Nobody said things like that to him, there was no "worth of love" in Zaun. It was gain power, or die. Struggle, and seize what power one could get -- or one ended up drowned, choked out in the river, merely an afterthought to history.
Silco was angry that she tried to hint at something deeper than that, that she wanted him to know that she knew there was someone important there. She was mocking him with that knowledge, pretending like she cared, when all she wanted was to rub it in, that there was someone -- something to which he valued. Actually valued.
He wanted to tell her that it was nothing -- he'd technically seen nobody -- but instead, his motion forward carried through, and he reached out, his hands trembling, not to grab her, but his hands reach for her throat, as if he could silence her, by doing so. ]
You --
Know nothing --
[ He hissed, trying to shut her up. ]