[ He said it, as if it were as simple as that. Silco was a man ruled by his own sense of order, perhaps. He lived according to how he saw fit, how he saw the world should be structured -- but he was the way he was simply because he'd had to be. Plenty of those from Zaun were chaotic and free, angry and able to lash out in the ways they saw fit. They could fight and kill and steal from anyone and everyone... but that didn't direct the might of that chaos on their enemies.
No, Silco was like a single control point, trying to direct the flow of the undercity's chaos back at Piltover, make the monsters that would force them to react, and let them find that it's too much to control. He wanted to whip the frenzy, and get them pointed at their enemies. It was the backlash that had killed him, in the end.
Of course, Silco had his own chaos, but he kept it lurking under the surface, where it wouldn't lash out, unless necessary. ]
There are many who cannot fathom the monsters that lurk in chaos like that. I find it invigorating, to see them for what they are, and know that it is the truth of what people are. They can pretend all they want, but in the end? We're all just beasts, scrambling and clawing to get what we see as ours.
Where I would bring them to the surface, others want to hide them. I can understand why that's... particularly terrifying. [ A curl of his lip. ] Although as it is, I'm not likely to find someone who can compliment my goals, so...
Perhaps this world will get to sleep in their assumed safety for a while longer, hm?
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[ He said it, as if it were as simple as that. Silco was a man ruled by his own sense of order, perhaps. He lived according to how he saw fit, how he saw the world should be structured -- but he was the way he was simply because he'd had to be. Plenty of those from Zaun were chaotic and free, angry and able to lash out in the ways they saw fit. They could fight and kill and steal from anyone and everyone... but that didn't direct the might of that chaos on their enemies.
No, Silco was like a single control point, trying to direct the flow of the undercity's chaos back at Piltover, make the monsters that would force them to react, and let them find that it's too much to control. He wanted to whip the frenzy, and get them pointed at their enemies. It was the backlash that had killed him, in the end.
Of course, Silco had his own chaos, but he kept it lurking under the surface, where it wouldn't lash out, unless necessary. ]
There are many who cannot fathom the monsters that lurk in chaos like that. I find it invigorating, to see them for what they are, and know that it is the truth of what people are. They can pretend all they want, but in the end? We're all just beasts, scrambling and clawing to get what we see as ours.
Where I would bring them to the surface, others want to hide them. I can understand why that's... particularly terrifying. [ A curl of his lip. ] Although as it is, I'm not likely to find someone who can compliment my goals, so...
Perhaps this world will get to sleep in their assumed safety for a while longer, hm?