[ And this, of course, was the crux of Silco's motivation. Certainly, some of it was because his daughter deserved a playground to make her stronger, faster, and smarter than what any of those other fools could construct. To anyone from Zaun, that meant that Strength was paramount. Cutting one against adversarial relationships and fighting to survive. It was all they knew, all they could know.

A perfect world meant weak people.

It meant no monsters, no fighting for every scrap of food, every coin. It meant living in the world that the Pilties liked to say they lived in, while never looking under any dark undersides, ignoring what was beneath their feet. Truly, Silco would be a touch more palatable as a person, if it weren't for the fact that he made it everyone's problem, the crime of his birth and survival. ]

Why?

Because I can, boy. Because nothing should exist like that, because it isn't perfect.

[ Then again, Silco's ideas of what was perfect were...A little warped. ]

Don't worry, I'll make sure you get a glimpse of it when all of these oracles are done.

But do try not to trip on your coat, hm?