[ As one king to another, he says. Silco wonders at that. He considers him not a king, but a leader, certainly. No kings in Zaun, and he's nothing more than a man who'd scrabbled and scraped his way from the mines to smuggling, and then to a failed revolution. It was only pain, betrayal, and loss that led him to where he had been -- carefully constructed revenge against the world around him, against Piltover, Vander, and to take Zaun into the relative light.
Set asked him a question, though, and Silco focused on that, instead of fighting him on the statement. If he considered him a king, Silco wouldn't fight him on that.
He tipped his head up, considering. ]
My ideal... [ The only person or thing that wouldn't betray him, of course. The ideal, the very condensed spirit of Zaun in one person. There's one person Silco would consider to be the ideal, trustworthy, the one who'd shared his vision for the future.
And she'd shot him in the stomach, and killed him. Yet, Silco would trust none other. ]
Wild, and free. Untethered by society or norms, willing to do whatever was necessary. Brilliant, and sharp as a knife. Someone who knows what our shared goals are, and is willing to pursue it, above all else, and anyone else.
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Set asked him a question, though, and Silco focused on that, instead of fighting him on the statement. If he considered him a king, Silco wouldn't fight him on that.
He tipped his head up, considering. ]
My ideal... [ The only person or thing that wouldn't betray him, of course. The ideal, the very condensed spirit of Zaun in one person. There's one person Silco would consider to be the ideal, trustworthy, the one who'd shared his vision for the future.
And she'd shot him in the stomach, and killed him. Yet, Silco would trust none other. ]
Wild, and free. Untethered by society or norms, willing to do whatever was necessary. Brilliant, and sharp as a knife. Someone who knows what our shared goals are, and is willing to pursue it, above all else, and anyone else.