And do they not deserve it? Who else is going ot make them pay? Who else is going to put an end to their control over us but us? That is the thing that you have forgotten. That the only way to do so is to fight for it. They will not hand it over, not with their profits and wealth on the line. Not with their own stability and peace.
[ Silco is always at his best when he's talking about this. Even now, even like this, he can't stop. He wants to keep going. It's comfortable. He'd always hoped...he could have swayed Vander. Reminded him of the fight, and the beast. If he could have had him turn his back on them. The enforcers. Topside. He does not trust him, but a small part of him even now wants to. ]
Can you really tell me that they were better? That the sons and daughters of Zaun weren't still trying to run jobs and eke out a meager existence? That they were not still forced to try and make do with what little they had, and that they wanted more? Have you even seen how the council lives? Not since Hextech, I imagine. They push their mines and their workers even harder, to keep up with instantaneous demand. Do you think you could have pushed back then? No matter how much we push back, they always ask for more.
For once, shouldn't someone have asked for more from them? Pushed back? It has a cost, yes. I've never denied that. We'll lose the lives either way. To the gray, to overwork, disease. I would rather die fighting than I would want to quiet and comfortable.
[ Not that he'd had a choice, but he had gone out fighting. For Jinx, in the end. The most important person. Zaun and everything that made it up crystalized into one person. She's... changed though. Without him. He can feel it. It nags at the back of his mind like thorns and burrs. ]
Don't twist it up. I said try. You already tried your little ploy for points, remember?
[ It's so much easier to believe that than...something else. ]
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[ Silco is always at his best when he's talking about this. Even now, even like this, he can't stop. He wants to keep going. It's comfortable. He'd always hoped...he could have swayed Vander. Reminded him of the fight, and the beast. If he could have had him turn his back on them. The enforcers. Topside. He does not trust him, but a small part of him even now wants to. ]
Can you really tell me that they were better? That the sons and daughters of Zaun weren't still trying to run jobs and eke out a meager existence? That they were not still forced to try and make do with what little they had, and that they wanted more? Have you even seen how the council lives? Not since Hextech, I imagine. They push their mines and their workers even harder, to keep up with instantaneous demand. Do you think you could have pushed back then? No matter how much we push back, they always ask for more.
For once, shouldn't someone have asked for more from them? Pushed back? It has a cost, yes. I've never denied that. We'll lose the lives either way. To the gray, to overwork, disease. I would rather die fighting than I would want to quiet and comfortable.
[ Not that he'd had a choice, but he had gone out fighting. For Jinx, in the end. The most important person. Zaun and everything that made it up crystalized into one person. She's... changed though. Without him. He can feel it. It nags at the back of his mind like thorns and burrs. ]
Don't twist it up. I said try. You already tried your little ploy for points, remember?
[ It's so much easier to believe that than...something else. ]