Hythlodaeus pauses, thinking. His eyes meet Silco's, and he sees what looks like him holding back laughter, and he wonders if Silco ever laughs genuinely anymore. "I suppose it makes sense, yes. In your case perhaps something new would be better. Not that any world deserves to have been unmade, of course."

It's hardly a pleasant affair, knowing that their worlds are gone. But Zaun... it sounds like it could have been improved upon, to put things lightly. Or perhaps it's Piltover that needs to reassess how it treats people.

"Do you know anybody from Zaun? Perhaps you could carve out a place for you and yours here."

He's sure there's a place for Silco in this world. There has to be, right? The man has seen suffering beyond anything Hythlodaeus can imagine he's sure- perhaps he could make a new, better life here. Though it does feel callous to hope for such a thing, knowing that there are those who were destroyed along with their worlds. So many lives snuffed out.