[ Silco may be no warrior, but he grew up a street kid from one of the meanest cities on Runeterra. He only flipped a glance toward the loosened grip. The man had heard him coming and reacted accordingly. He's trying to play on Silco's over-confidence. Thankfully, he's cautious, and he straightened, his knife still in hand, but he played with it, instead of circling. ]

I don't really care about the benefits.

[ He admitted, bluntly. ]

The place I came from is gone, and recreating it would be an insult. They would rather stay dead, than recreate the world around them. What purpose is better than sealing the deal?

[ After all, Silco wouldn't be caught dead recreating Piltover along with Zaun, even if he is putting words in their mouths. ]

Besides, what interests me isn't Highstorm, here.

[ It's Kowloon, obviously. ]