What do I want? I'm a part of Zenith, is it so difficult to figure it out?
[ His fist clenched now, gloved hand tightened, and his lips peeled back, something in between a frantic smile and a grimace. Silco's unblinking eye tracked his old rival -- once brother -- and he wondered if he'd never even put it together? The question wound through his head, a question that he couldn't believe had never been found out.
Of course, he did not care about reviving Piltover, and he did not trust the Meridian, but that is not what pushed him further and deeper into that cold water that Zenith welcomed him with. That ever-creeping darkness filled Silco and pushed him over the precipice to destruction. He would have always chosen Zenith, once Yima gave him power, and then a second time, when she gave it to him again. He had chosen the Kenoma a world away -- something few people knew of at this point -- and had seen things more grand and terrifying than his old rival.
It spurred him forward because he had nothing to fear these days. Death? Dissipation? He had a demon in his pocket, and a summoning away. It would apparently hurt, but... Silco had lived a long time, through things more painful than what a demon's pain could bring -- much of it at Vander's own hands -- but not all of it. No, some came from other sources.
Like that gaping, aching feeling that he'd felt since the middle of the month, a loss so great that it had pushed Silco toward greater and more violent destruction. ]
You haven't been paying attention, Vander. While you've been running around, starting bars, and playing friendly, you've missed something.
[ More than one thing. ]
I'm not surprised that you didn't notice. [ Everyone leaves, except us, he'd promised Jinx -- and yet she was gone -- and he'd burn down each world, scour the universe just to have a chance at finding his daughter again. Wasn't that always the difference between he and Vander? Vander always took those steps back when it became difficult, and Silco had always, always given everything for them -- He has not understood Vander's hesitation yet, has not been asked to sacrifice that which he could not -- he had only had her taken.
Amazing, how that changes the trajectory of a person. ]
Don't worry Vander, after today, you won't be able to.
[ He has the gauntlet now, he will have to be careful. Stall for time. For his shield to return. Otherwise... he might not be able to do what he wants to do without calling Sebastian, and he would very much prefer to leave that ace in his hole as long as possible. He slows his closing in, and instead took a step away from the table, to circle him. He had never been a fighter, but he'd had to learn. ]
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[ His fist clenched now, gloved hand tightened, and his lips peeled back, something in between a frantic smile and a grimace. Silco's unblinking eye tracked his old rival -- once brother -- and he wondered if he'd never even put it together? The question wound through his head, a question that he couldn't believe had never been found out.
Of course, he did not care about reviving Piltover, and he did not trust the Meridian, but that is not what pushed him further and deeper into that cold water that Zenith welcomed him with. That ever-creeping darkness filled Silco and pushed him over the precipice to destruction. He would have always chosen Zenith, once Yima gave him power, and then a second time, when she gave it to him again. He had chosen the Kenoma a world away -- something few people knew of at this point -- and had seen things more grand and terrifying than his old rival.
It spurred him forward because he had nothing to fear these days. Death? Dissipation? He had a demon in his pocket, and a summoning away. It would apparently hurt, but... Silco had lived a long time, through things more painful than what a demon's pain could bring -- much of it at Vander's own hands -- but not all of it. No, some came from other sources.
Like that gaping, aching feeling that he'd felt since the middle of the month, a loss so great that it had pushed Silco toward greater and more violent destruction. ]
You haven't been paying attention, Vander. While you've been running around, starting bars, and playing friendly, you've missed something.
[ More than one thing. ]
I'm not surprised that you didn't notice. [ Everyone leaves, except us, he'd promised Jinx -- and yet she was gone -- and he'd burn down each world, scour the universe just to have a chance at finding his daughter again. Wasn't that always the difference between he and Vander? Vander always took those steps back when it became difficult, and Silco had always, always given everything for them -- He has not understood Vander's hesitation yet, has not been asked to sacrifice that which he could not -- he had only had her taken.
Amazing, how that changes the trajectory of a person. ]
Don't worry Vander, after today, you won't be able to.
[ He has the gauntlet now, he will have to be careful. Stall for time. For his shield to return. Otherwise... he might not be able to do what he wants to do without calling Sebastian, and he would very much prefer to leave that ace in his hole as long as possible. He slows his closing in, and instead took a step away from the table, to circle him. He had never been a fighter, but he'd had to learn. ]