[ There is a pause, though, as he stared at Tezca for perhaps a half-second too long, trying to make sense of it. A conversation he had recently had flickers through his mind, and an understanding. To Silco there's not really "good and evil", and perhaps after seeing the undercity, Tezca can understand that for someone like him, there is only the oppressed and the oppressors, survival at its fittest. To be fair there are good and evil gods on Runeterra, but Zaun is so minuscule and small by comparison to everything going on elsewhere, that it isn't really something he knows of. ]
If there were, I would likely hate them a lot more than I already dislike most of them.
[ Set and Tezca were notable outliers, but to be fair, they both were of things that Silco prized. Conflict, war, and an upturning of complacency were all things he believed in. Was it so unusual that he would find the two gods in all of the cosmos to look to for power and guidance? Truly?
He watched the Ocelomeh step forward and he nodded with approval. Big already, that Always did the trick. ]
I suggest you stay nearby, or return when you feel strength flagging.
[ He said to him, though he doubts that the creature can understand him. He pulled a glove off his hand, the left, gray and sickly looking, like it was of dead flesh of a creature that wasn't human, though it looked human enough. Violet veins glimmered under the grayish skin of the grafted hand. He flexed it, before he reached out to touch his shoulder.
He started to change before their eyes, and Silcod didn't bother to hold back any of the side effects. No reason to, when they would all be gone in a few hours anyway. ]
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[ There is a pause, though, as he stared at Tezca for perhaps a half-second too long, trying to make sense of it. A conversation he had recently had flickers through his mind, and an understanding. To Silco there's not really "good and evil", and perhaps after seeing the undercity, Tezca can understand that for someone like him, there is only the oppressed and the oppressors, survival at its fittest.
To be fair there are good and evil gods on Runeterra, but Zaun is so minuscule and small by comparison to everything going on elsewhere, that it isn't really something he knows of.]If there were, I would likely hate them a lot more than I already dislike most of them.
[ Set and Tezca were notable outliers, but to be fair, they both were of things that Silco prized. Conflict, war, and an upturning of complacency were all things he believed in. Was it so unusual that he would find the two gods in all of the cosmos to look to for power and guidance? Truly?
He watched the Ocelomeh step forward and he nodded with approval. Big already, that Always did the trick. ]
I suggest you stay nearby, or return when you feel strength flagging.
[ He said to him, though he doubts that the creature can understand him. He pulled a glove off his hand, the left, gray and sickly looking, like it was of dead flesh of a creature that wasn't human, though it looked human enough. Violet veins glimmered under the grayish skin of the grafted hand. He flexed it, before he reached out to touch his shoulder.
He started to change before their eyes, and Silcod didn't bother to hold back any of the side effects. No reason to, when they would all be gone in a few hours anyway. ]