[ He asks, but it is quite the question. Silco hates, he hates so much that even trying to consider returning to the world from where he came, being shoved back onto that bridge, his fingers around his daughter, holding her up as she shuddered shaky, barely-there breaths, and only one idea that would possibly yield any results. He'd given up hope of that, with the distance, since a desperate ploy seemed slimmer and slimmer by the day.
Not when he has her shard, anyway. That would have been the only option, wouldn't it? If Jinx had asked him, begged him to bring it back, and could he? Knowing that she was dying in his arms anyway? Could he have ever chosen to do so? Was there any hope of it? Could he let her damn them both to suffering under Piltover's boot, and then dying? He had no doubt, if she was dead, he would have tried to burn them all to the ground β and heaven forbid: maybe even without a plan.
He didn't think she would even ask, really. She hated them as much as he did, but if he thought of what kind of circumstances it would take...
It would take that, or... Maybe losing her entirely, being asked to give her up. Oh, even his loyalty to Zenith's goals would not hold him there, then. He would want revenge, he would burn them to the ground if they ever dared to ask. ]
Mm, something like your own misfortune, yes.
[ He says, simply. Sebastian, however, can read between the lines. ]
help i had to tag this one first
[ He asks, but it is quite the question. Silco hates, he hates so much that even trying to consider returning to the world from where he came, being shoved back onto that bridge, his fingers around his daughter, holding her up as she shuddered shaky, barely-there breaths, and only one idea that would possibly yield any results. He'd given up hope of that, with the distance, since a desperate ploy seemed slimmer and slimmer by the day.
Not when he has her shard, anyway. That would have been the only option, wouldn't it? If Jinx had asked him, begged him to bring it back, and could he? Knowing that she was dying in his arms anyway? Could he have ever chosen to do so? Was there any hope of it? Could he let her damn them both to suffering under Piltover's boot, and then dying? He had no doubt, if she was dead, he would have tried to burn them all to the ground β and heaven forbid: maybe even without a plan.
He didn't think she would even ask, really. She hated them as much as he did, but if he thought of what kind of circumstances it would take...
It would take that, or... Maybe losing her entirely, being asked to give her up. Oh, even his loyalty to Zenith's goals would not hold him there, then. He would want revenge, he would burn them to the ground if they ever dared to ask. ]
Mm, something like your own misfortune, yes.
[ He says, simply. Sebastian, however, can read between the lines. ]