[Silco being drawn to Zenith made perfect sense. Spiteful and destructive with no care for the bigger picture that destruction would cause, of course he would be gunning to destroy it all rather than salvage what they once had. What they once fought for. He was so in love with the idea of a free Zaun, but Zaun is nothing without its people—and Silco had always been all too willing to trample them underfoot if he thought it served his goals. What Vander had learned from the girls about what Silco had done to the undercity in his absence made it abundantly clear that he’d only grown worse in that regard.
That would always be the fundamental difference between them. And it’s for that reason that it would be a long shot to ever bring this rivalry to an end.
He sighs—more of a pained grunt, really—and slips the gauntlet on.]
If you think all the work I’ve been doing has been in service of keeping my head in the clouds, then all those years spent in my absence must have dulled your memory.
[That was the thing Silco could never reconcile with—that there was a lot to gain in making allies and “playing friendly.” When you only considered other people as pawns, it would only get you so far.
But there’s a point to all of Silco’s bluster, and admittedly, Vander isn’t quite sure exactly what he’s alluding to at first. There isn’t a lot that would get Silco riled up in this way, something that would make him so eager to rub Vander’s face in it. There has been a lot going on in the cities in recent months, but no… No, this has to be something personal.
Shit. Of course this would be about her. That glare of his falters for a just a moment, revealing a glimpse of pained understanding.]
Don’t.
[A single word, clipped and commanding. Don’t bring her into this argument, don’t go prodding at this raw wound. It would only serve to hurt them both, but he knows that Silco is so goddamn spiteful that he’d do it anyway.
Vander follows his motion, steps away from the table as well and inches closer in the process. But he doesn’t raise that armed fist. Just stares him down, the anger back on his face and more severe now.]
But if you’re so keen on threatening me, then I hope you’re ready to back it up.
[Because dragging a missing loved one into their argument is dangerous territory.]
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That would always be the fundamental difference between them. And it’s for that reason that it would be a long shot to ever bring this rivalry to an end.
He sighs—more of a pained grunt, really—and slips the gauntlet on.]
If you think all the work I’ve been doing has been in service of keeping my head in the clouds, then all those years spent in my absence must have dulled your memory.
[That was the thing Silco could never reconcile with—that there was a lot to gain in making allies and “playing friendly.” When you only considered other people as pawns, it would only get you so far.
But there’s a point to all of Silco’s bluster, and admittedly, Vander isn’t quite sure exactly what he’s alluding to at first. There isn’t a lot that would get Silco riled up in this way, something that would make him so eager to rub Vander’s face in it. There has been a lot going on in the cities in recent months, but no… No, this has to be something personal.
Shit. Of course this would be about her. That glare of his falters for a just a moment, revealing a glimpse of pained understanding.]
Don’t.
[A single word, clipped and commanding. Don’t bring her into this argument, don’t go prodding at this raw wound. It would only serve to hurt them both, but he knows that Silco is so goddamn spiteful that he’d do it anyway.
Vander follows his motion, steps away from the table as well and inches closer in the process. But he doesn’t raise that armed fist. Just stares him down, the anger back on his face and more severe now.]
But if you’re so keen on threatening me, then I hope you’re ready to back it up.
[Because dragging a missing loved one into their argument is dangerous territory.]