[ Bells ring loud in his head, and his single hand rises to his head, his feet uncoordinated. It is a double-whammy, as soon as the eyepatch is sheared off, Silco has something of a difficult moment. Not because of her words, though he is tempted to goad her with all he has seen, but because for the first time in a long while, the eye is seeing something, and it's looking for him. Silco is used to the vision from the Hag's eye cropping up at inopportune times, but he is not used to the odd sort of double vision that comes with it, already attuned to him, he can see through it, and the vision of what is before him, to what she can see.
He sees her arrow loosed, sees where he should be, and his steps are quick though uncoordinated, the kicking up dust as she loosed it toward him, it doesn't meet his mark only because he can see where she is aiming, where he is supposed to be, his feet move faster than his mind does, adjusting to his double vision.
Though his undeath is what saves him, his reaction and movement are faster than what he could do on his own. It's his saving grace, though Voryn's taunting, cajoling words...
He sounds mad, laughing as he does. He is fortunate that their line of communion is broken, because mad laughter always makes his mind circle around the reason he did any of this, and Voryn's words break through that thought, and incite him. Anger him beyond anything. Does he find his reasoning paltry? Does he even know his reason? Could he even comprehend the reason Silco did anything?
Was it for the power for revenge? Oh, yes. Always. It had started with revenge on his enemies. Vander, Caitlyn, and Vi β they had all been here β and he'd been choked and murdered in the street when Sebastian came to him. Was it so surprising that he wanted them to suffer, wanted them kept from his daughter? Was it so shocking that he wanted them to wither and crumple, find that there was no hope for any of them? That their beloved Piltover β yes, he foolishly included Vander and Vi in that β would be returned to them? Was that petty? Paltry? Silco knew he was powerless compared to those here. Look at Voryn with his great magics and works, Hayame with her arrows. And here he was moving too fast to get hit, standing against them, like he was an equal threat, and that was not his own power. It never could have been. Silco was a man of books and numbers, but he had Always been willing to grasp it when it was offered.
Voryn enraged him. To call his reasoning paltry, when he so desperately wanted to return something as foolish as a dead "moon and star" to his world. He could have him, easily, and he threw that option to the mud, because of... what? Disbelief? He mocked him with that disbelief, as they all did, questioning whether the shards were real, when he could touch Jinx's and know that it was her. Ever out of reach of communion, but Silco knew it, even so.
He moves without thinking, his feet silent and quick on the stone as he moves. He could not close the eye that had attuned to the eye β of course, it would project onto that eye's vision β but he was laser focused, his anger spiking, boiling over. He bowls into Voryn, pushing him onto the ground with a violent one-handed shove. He materializes from his invisibility at that moment, but he does not stop. His foot lashes out with a kick to his side before he's on top of him, his knife dropped elsewhere, he shoves him to the ground with one hand, eyes wild, and crazed. His lips peeled back in a grimace, his hissed words were nearly a shout. ]
You know nothing about my reasons! [ From his peeled-back lips, there is a hint of fangs. Silco is clearly not just human anymore. ] Don't you dare to mock them, I will slay you where you stand β
[ He is wide open, so blinded by rage, and fury. ]
oh my god voryn i love you
He sees her arrow loosed, sees where he should be, and his steps are quick though uncoordinated, the kicking up dust as she loosed it toward him, it doesn't meet his mark only because he can see where she is aiming, where he is supposed to be, his feet move faster than his mind does, adjusting to his double vision.
Though his undeath is what saves him, his reaction and movement are faster than what he could do on his own. It's his saving grace, though Voryn's taunting, cajoling words...
He sounds mad, laughing as he does. He is fortunate that their line of communion is broken, because mad laughter always makes his mind circle around the reason he did any of this, and Voryn's words break through that thought, and incite him. Anger him beyond anything. Does he find his reasoning paltry? Does he even know his reason? Could he even comprehend the reason Silco did anything?
Was it for the power for revenge? Oh, yes. Always. It had started with revenge on his enemies. Vander, Caitlyn, and Vi β they had all been here β and he'd been choked and murdered in the street when Sebastian came to him. Was it so surprising that he wanted them to suffer, wanted them kept from his daughter? Was it so shocking that he wanted them to wither and crumple, find that there was no hope for any of them? That their beloved Piltover β yes, he foolishly included Vander and Vi in that β would be returned to them? Was that petty? Paltry? Silco knew he was powerless compared to those here. Look at Voryn with his great magics and works, Hayame with her arrows. And here he was moving too fast to get hit, standing against them, like he was an equal threat, and that was not his own power. It never could have been. Silco was a man of books and numbers, but he had Always been willing to grasp it when it was offered.
Voryn enraged him. To call his reasoning paltry, when he so desperately wanted to return something as foolish as a dead "moon and star" to his world. He could have him, easily, and he threw that option to the mud, because of... what? Disbelief? He mocked him with that disbelief, as they all did, questioning whether the shards were real, when he could touch Jinx's and know that it was her. Ever out of reach of communion, but Silco knew it, even so.
He moves without thinking, his feet silent and quick on the stone as he moves. He could not close the eye that had attuned to the eye β of course, it would project onto that eye's vision β but he was laser focused, his anger spiking, boiling over. He bowls into Voryn, pushing him onto the ground with a violent one-handed shove. He materializes from his invisibility at that moment, but he does not stop. His foot lashes out with a kick to his side before he's on top of him, his knife dropped elsewhere, he shoves him to the ground with one hand, eyes wild, and crazed. His lips peeled back in a grimace, his hissed words were nearly a shout. ]
You know nothing about my reasons! [ From his peeled-back lips, there is a hint of fangs. Silco is clearly not just human anymore. ] Don't you dare to mock them, I will slay you where you stand β
[ He is wide open, so blinded by rage, and fury. ]