Silco does disregard this, because he has none of the acerbic hate and anger that Silco held, from working for too long for "greater masters". What it was like to live without, and to stretch resources so thin because it was the only way to survive. He looked at him, a single eye blinked, and Silco flicked his gaze to the child again, with their old eyes, gripping the pant leg of a man who saw them as pawns, and said so explicitly.
Was it kinder, he wondered, to be the pawn of someone who wanted to keep you alive, or to let one pass on for good?
Silco knew that this was the core of why he was here, with Zenith. Why he had signed on here, as opposed to Meridian. The rot that sunk deep into the bones of Zaun, from the fissures to the poisoned river, it all had a source, it was so obvious what it was like, but it also was far too different. This was not there. This world was shattered by ice and blight, these people could be sick within days, and they would not even know it. ]
Your foolish actions will cost us. Perhaps not now, and perhaps these now waking people will give you the glory for... [ A twitch in his face now, violent, knowing ] saving them from whatever holds them here. How grand.
And when they bring the blight to Highstorm? When they pass this sickness from here, to us, I'm sure I'll keep this in mind, that you cared for them.
[ Spread hands. ] What happens after is often just as important as the now. If you find a land for them, do you really think they'll thank you? Or do you think... this will happen all over again?
[ He's moving to the side now, steps cautious. He knows all too well, what it is to wrangle people out from their places in obscurity and to bring them to power. He knew how they were just as petty and unremarkable as the people above. ]
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Silco does disregard this, because he has none of the acerbic hate and anger that Silco held, from working for too long for "greater masters". What it was like to live without, and to stretch resources so thin because it was the only way to survive. He looked at him, a single eye blinked, and Silco flicked his gaze to the child again, with their old eyes, gripping the pant leg of a man who saw them as pawns, and said so explicitly.
Was it kinder, he wondered, to be the pawn of someone who wanted to keep you alive, or to let one pass on for good?
Silco knew that this was the core of why he was here, with Zenith. Why he had signed on here, as opposed to Meridian. The rot that sunk deep into the bones of Zaun, from the fissures to the poisoned river, it all had a source, it was so obvious what it was like, but it also was far too different. This was not there. This world was shattered by ice and blight, these people could be sick within days, and they would not even know it. ]
Your foolish actions will cost us. Perhaps not now, and perhaps these now waking people will give you the glory for... [ A twitch in his face now, violent, knowing ] saving them from whatever holds them here. How grand.
And when they bring the blight to Highstorm? When they pass this sickness from here, to us, I'm sure I'll keep this in mind, that you cared for them.
[ Spread hands. ] What happens after is often just as important as the now. If you find a land for them, do you really think they'll thank you? Or do you think... this will happen all over again?
[ He's moving to the side now, steps cautious. He knows all too well, what it is to wrangle people out from their places in obscurity and to bring them to power. He knew how they were just as petty and unremarkable as the people above. ]
Are you worried I'm going to turn you in?