[ He said, with bite in his tone. He looked at Heine as he said it, and one side of his lip curled up a touch in disgust. ]
If you're going to have no say in this fight, you may as well hand the sand over, so people with actual opinions on the matter can invest it appropriately.
[ To Silco, it's... infuriating. To be only a reed in the water, to be drug around by the will of others, of people who would never give him a second of consideration, let alone the place he'd clawed his way out from. He would never let someone else make a call when he could do the opposite. Gen is similar, a boy who cannot and will not choose, and leave the choice of who is victorious to everyone else, content to simply live out, scraping by a meager living, happily neutral.
If Silco had lived like that, perhaps he would still be quiet and silent under Piltover's boots, scarring his hands and ruining his lungs in the mines -- or even worse: dead. ]
Otherwise, I will take it. It does not need to be an...unpleasant process unless you deem it necessary.
[ He doesn't push the attack, but his eyes drift from Heine's face to his hands, to the knife, and then his feet. It should be not surprising, that he fights like a street brawler, albeit one with too much mouth. ]
no subject
[ He said, with bite in his tone. He looked at Heine as he said it, and one side of his lip curled up a touch in disgust. ]
If you're going to have no say in this fight, you may as well hand the sand over, so people with actual opinions on the matter can invest it appropriately.
[ To Silco, it's... infuriating. To be only a reed in the water, to be drug around by the will of others, of people who would never give him a second of consideration, let alone the place he'd clawed his way out from. He would never let someone else make a call when he could do the opposite. Gen is similar, a boy who cannot and will not choose, and leave the choice of who is victorious to everyone else, content to simply live out, scraping by a meager living, happily neutral.
If Silco had lived like that, perhaps he would still be quiet and silent under Piltover's boots, scarring his hands and ruining his lungs in the mines -- or even worse: dead. ]
Otherwise, I will take it. It does not need to be an...unpleasant process unless you deem it necessary.
[ He doesn't push the attack, but his eyes drift from Heine's face to his hands, to the knife, and then his feet. It should be not surprising, that he fights like a street brawler, albeit one with too much mouth. ]