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[He was willing to accept that as truth because of how much bad blood was between them. Or at least partially willing. He had seen and remembered the way that Silco had tried to appeal to their dream, to encourage him to come alongside with the Shimmer. It was only when he refused that it was clear that they had nothing more to say or do to one another but cause pain.
His acceptance was the only reason that he didn't march down to wherever Silco was hiding and punch the other man in the face. In fact, he had been extremely sedated when it came to hurting Silco physically, even if he did use his size and ability to take up space as an intimidation tool. Old habits and all.
Vander does actually laugh as he read the next part. Silco and his staunch stubborn paranoia.]
No, you're dead when she found me like that. She calls me dad and everything. Her and Vi still see me as their father even after what I've been turned into.
And no, it's not insulting. I'm content knowing you two are close, that you have each other. I wouldn't want to stand in the way of that.
That's what makes me the better man.
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[ Pointed. Was there anything else left? Especially after being reminded thanks to Aphaia's little machines, it's all sour. Corrupted.
Rotted.
He's so angry, he can barely see straight. Vander hit him where it hurts, it's obvious. He wants to find a knife and remind him of it again, that one point of joy. Maybe if he killed him, he'd be able to remind Jinx about what kind of man Vander really was.
Were his lessons not enough? Had he not taught her well? Had she not understood? Had he not explained it well enough? What kind of a man he was? What he had done?
No, she understood.
Was it that she didn't care?
No, no. He's trying to do it. Driving that little wedge deeper, trying to do what he thought was right. Because this way he could get what he wanted. Silco sees how he gloats about it, seemingly neutral, a good, proud father.
Oh, but Silco sees it. He is not the fool. He knows better. ]
How kind of you, and yet you still try to gloat about such things.
Do you think me a fool? I see what you're doing. It won't work. No matter how much you try.
Besides, are you really the better man, when I've done nothing to intervene between you two? I've barely said a word to her about you two. Perhaps you should consider the fact that I've been practically magnanimous.
Isn't it telling, that you're trying to do this to me, specifically? Instead of towards her.
Try manipulating information to the one who isn't able to put the picture together, next time. You might have better luck. A little free lesson, just for you. Perhaps it will help.
Text ; cw: suicidal mention
[Now he knew his temper was rising, and he knew he was letting Silco provoke him. He knew that he should stop this and walk away, but there was something at the way that the other man battered at him in text that made him wonder something.
Why? Why now? Silco had free-access to this inbox and had only just now come. Was it the Kirk thing? Was it something else? Silco always had a reason for lashing out, and the other man knew exactly how to push many of his buttons.
And yeah, he was lashing out too. He was battering right back because he was hurt and angry and frightened about that monster, of seeing that he was going to exist in this experimented state that could tear people apart. It was like being back on the bridge in his fury and grief and wishing to die there with Felicia and... Silco. To just die full of bullets after inflicting pain on their oppressors one last time.
As the beast, he couldn't die. The damage inflicted by Vi hadn't even slowed him for long. Seconds. What if after that memory he killed them? Jinx had seemed so confident he could be saved. Even in death, he couldn't stay that way.]
It won't work, will it? It sounds like it's working if you're still storming over there.
You've done nothing, hmm? Yeah, I've seen how much nothing you're willing to do. Remember how she said we couldn't stab each other? Yeah, me too, so we applied our cigarettes to each other instead. Rule of the letter, isn't it? You go to the line but not over, not with her.
You can't risk losing her. She's your most important person, your world. I see the way you look at her, Silco. I see that you have nothing but Jinx in this place, so no, I will never stand in the way of you and her. I think that's a bridge you'll burn all on your own. And that's when I'll intervene.
[Try to talk Jinx back around went unspoken. He didn't want their relationship to fall apart. Silco, in all his paranoia, would probably read the last comment as a threat to steal Jinx. He wouldn't dissuade the man of the notion.]
Text ; this is a fucking texting thread im fighting for my life over here
The truth. He wants Silco paranoid, winding in his mind around and around with these little phrases and promises. That Jinx was trying to save him, that he was still around, while Silco rotted in what he assumed was the Pilt. That he was going to be saved, because of Jinx. Because Jinx cared enough about him to save him, while in the end...
In the end...
There's something called despondency.
That little black hole inside of him, that he fight so hard to stay out of. It's why he's so angry, it's why he returns to the river, over and over again. There is no river here. There's nothing to bring out that anger. It's sitting to the side, always there, and if he just turns his head, he'll see it for what it is. That maw, ready to suck all of it in. Just like before, before he'd found purpose and drive. It doesn't hurt in the same way, this time around. Before, he'd almost been mad with pain and fear and so much anger that he'd kept it at bay until he'd found Singed, and a solution and promise all in one, all in shimmer. He'd so desperately fought for that, clawed for it. It gave him purpose, and he didn't have to look that thing in the eye, that well that wanted to suck him in and leave him ground into dust from the pain of it all. The loss. The grief. Of being alone.
Sevika is gone. Jinx is — he knows something is up. She'd moved too quickly in the diner. Zaun is a world away, continuing without him. Finding itself right back into the clutches of Piltover. Supposedly a seat at the table, but he knows how they think. It will be nothing in the end. Everything he'd done. Every sacrifice, every cut to him, to Zaun, every dead body in the ditch from overdose, and every person who gave their savings and satisfied their high instead of food on the table... It had meant Nothing.
It had always been a lonely existence at the top. He understood that. Accepted it.
Had it needed to be like this? He couldn't trust anyone. How could he? Vander had been right. He'd taken something away from Silco that he could never get back, there was no hope for that. It would never be that. He was broken, and the pieces had never quite been put back together right. Like a jagged little pot with sharp edges facing to cut anyone who tried to get close. He and Jinx had always been that, knowing exactly how to settle next to one another, cutting, but they had cut just right, and accepted it. He'd picked her up, and help put her back together. Just like him.
They were the same, weren't they? But were they? He can see it, the shape of her. There's less of the mania, less of the wild madness. She wasn't losing herself to it. Was she better?
An insidious part of himself knows the answer. That paranoid little part that whispers in his ear, Vander's words are fuel for it. That he's right. That she's outgrown him. That she has a chance to have her real father back. The second one he'd taken away from her. She's his daughter; as much as she is Silco's.
He can't accept that. How could he? She's his everything, his world. Vander's right about that. He would do anything for her, burn a world down if it came to it, give up Zaun so readily. He was willing to. If he couldn't find away, he would have sent her away before he allowed harm to come to her. Made her leave, even if that little part of him, that wide maw he can't look at, can't acknowledge aches to think about it.
If he acknowledges it, if he even looks at it, he doesn't think he can escape it.
No, he knows he won't.
He has to stay angry, to force it behind him, but it's always there, creeping up around the edges, threatening to make itself manifest, threatening to swallow him whole, if he just relaxes for one single moment.
He has to stay angry.
It's the only thing he has. He knows Vander's preying on that. He knows his weakness now. He can't allow him to see any others. He doesn't dare. ]
Of course you will. Ever the affable, ever the one there to offer a little drink and a hug, and tell them everything will be alright. It makes you feel good, doesn't it? To be the one everyone looks for, when things get hard.
I'm sure you will, if the opportunity comes.
And when the time comes, and you break her too. Because that's what you do, to the inconveniences, isn't it, Vander? Jinx and I, we are the same. That's something you can't take from us, no matter what you try. I know you want to. It must incense you to see that.
I know you won't intend to, you'll think you're in the right, when you do it. That it will be precisely what needs to be done. Jinx needs something you can't give her. She's not who you expect. She's perfect, and it's only a shame nobody was willing to see that, until it was too late.
So go ahead. Capitalize on whatever imaginary bridge-burning you think will happen. I am sure you will try. At least you haven't forgotten what it is to be a Zaunite, to seize an opportunity when it comes.
But know this: it won't last. I don't think I have to explain to you what will happen. [ If you take her away from me ]
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And he waited.
And waited.
He shifted on the couch and for a moment, he wondered if Silco had let him half the last word for once. No, no that would never happen. In all of their arguments, differences of opinion or even all the stupid shit they managed to get up to, it had always been him who had to either relent or he had to shut Silco up in a different way and even then, sometimes the other man would still argue and bitch and moan.
Suddenly the text came through his earpiece, and he closed his eyes as an odd sense of relief slid through him. He read the contents once then a second time, picking out the paranoia in those words. Despite assurances that he had no interest in breaking Silco and Jinx up, he would never be believed because why would he? What a maddening little man, made worse by years of abuse, oppression and then... that betrayal.
He'd never forgiven himself. It wasn't about him, was it? That's how he justified it in his head. He'd apologized, but even then he justified it. Blood on both of their hands. He'd deserved it. They'd let her down...
Vander stared at the words again, but in his mind's eye he could only see those seconds where it all fell apart on the bridge. His gauntlets strapped on, Silco slipping in behind his bulk as they pushed forward at the explosions and gunfire escalated. A bullet passed so close, but he wasn't looking back, didn't know it struck Connoll through the left eye and killed him. Not until Felicia screamed out her husband's name. That's when he turned, when Silco also turned like they were one person and in that moment, the next bullet pass through the space where his bulk had just been moments before. The bullet meant for him struck her in the chest, and she went down with nothing more than a gasp. He stared then Silco shoved him, forcing him into motion, leaving the shock and welling grief for another time...
He'd never asked Silco to forgive him. It's been about his grief, his feelings, his actions. They had always brought out the best and the worst in each other.]
I tried to make things alright for them, so they had one less thing to worry about. I tried not to turn away from them because I was the reason they didn't have their parents anymore. If I hadn't turned. If I hadn't looked back, sometimes I imagine it would be different.
[He didn't say her name. They didn't talk about her anymore. It was too painful. He thought Silco would know.]
I'm sorry. I've never ever actually asked for your forgiveness for that day, for losing control. I know you never will, but for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I never wanted you to be alone, but I know what I did put you in that position and even now, you're still alone even when surrounding yourself with people. You've always been like that, but... it wasn't like that when we had each other's back.
I expect that's how you are with Jinx. It doesn't feel alone when you're with her, does it?
I promise you that I won't take that from you. I have no intention of taking her from you, but I will have a relationship with her. We both can have that with her in our own ways. I suppose I'm happy you have that person who can pull you out of your own head sometimes.
And if you are lonely and she's out doing... whatever it is she does, send me a location address and I'll let you show me how badly you still punch, Slugger.
Text; jesus christ they will never stop this
Because those two were Zaunites, through and through.
But none of them would be worth fighting for. Only for protecting. No causes. Only shielding.
None of it had been worth standing for. It nauseated him even now, left him feeling empty and broken, and trying to hold it up, but nothing else had worked. Nothing else. They'd tried the peaceful way. They'd tried to convince them. Hell, even Vander's way was a way — ineffective by nature according to Silco — and none of it worked. None of it. It was never going to work. They'd never let them go.
He knew that now. In the end, they would never get to see it. He wouldn't. Vander wouldn't. Not even Jinx, or Sevika. They would always be intertwined. They would always be at the mercy of Piltover. How long, until someone did something? How long until the council seat was revoked because of another outlandish Zaunite. How long until another riot happened, hidden industry, or more people died in another fissure, and the kettle boiled over? Would they be back to the beginning? How long until the little progress they had inched toward was over with?
It was gone. And Vander was still trying to do this Thing he did. Was it his own guilt he was trying to alleviate? Trying to apologize, seek forgiveness? For something Silco couldn't accept? What he'd done to him, it changed him. He was a different man now. He always would be. It was fine. He lived with the consequences, and became the man Zaun needed him to be.
He still fell short.
He understood that, now. He should have never allowed that child to lunge at him in the rain. He couldn't forgive himself for falling short. For Zaun.
He could never admit it. Not out loud, not to himself, but he hated it. He hated the fact that it had fallen apart for him too. Every single one of them. There would be no nation of Zaun. No dream realized. No nothing. Just topside, yet again.
And it made him angry, and sick, and furious, and he almost does lash out at him again.
But he doesn't. He won't give him the satisfaction of that. He won't let him know how much he hates it. All of it. He wants to writhe and fight and put an end to it all, if just because it would never be right. It would never happen. Just trying to fight the tide, and like all things.
They were just swept away.
So he doesn't respond to most of this. It isn't worth responding. He has no way to respond. ]
I don't really care what you'll promise. And I'm not giving you any indication of where to go. I know you fight plenty dirty, and I'm not keen on experiencing that again.
Go find someone else to punch, if you're having trouble burning off the excess of steam. I'd have thought you had plenty of opportunity by now, but what do I know?
[ In case you think silence means he didn't see shit, don't worry. He did. ]
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However, he did suspect that underneath all the cutting bluster that Silco still harboured parts that Vander had grown up with, developed and honed as they grew and became adults. That whole 'becoming what they fear' schtick was a front, but it was a good one he would admit. He could admire the tenacity, even if it continually aggravated him.
This conversation was just them railing at each other. It was trying to unearth the pressure points so that they could apply hurt to one another. Another day, another unhealthy lashing between them. He wondered if they would ever grow tired of it.
Probably not.
So here they were.]
Life in Zaun is about fighting dirty. You fight just the same, so it isn't a surprise about my own style. And no problem them. I won't make any promises to you any longer; I wouldn't care to waste my finger mobility typing it out.
I've got a bag in my room which I work over daily. Energy isn't my issue. [It's time.] Oh yeah, meeting lots of people, chatting them up, enjoying their company. I could introduce you to some of them if you're feeling social.
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[ Good, let's get away from that and back to what's important: verbally sparring and fighting because that's how you ignore the emotions, baby! ]
Oh, you would let me meet all your new friends? I wonder how that would go, hm? What an introduction you could provide, too!
Don't bother.
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[He allowed the distraction from the point. He had said what he wanted to say already, and he knew that Silco would think about it later. The man was a ponderer, always had been. And he had already convinced himself that Silco didn't care, so his efforts were wasted after a few olive branch attempts.]
Sure, why not. I assume not well given your acerbic and insulting mannerisms. You tend to be a hard rock to swallow on first meetings, and I can see that hasn't improved with age.
Yeah, can't burn a bridge if you don't build on in the first place. Good plan.
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I will, perhaps if enough people finally understand your failings, I'll have someone to finally understand that you were always the type to promise more than you're willing to follow through with. At least if I promise something, I will not give up on it.
[ He's Never Ever Ever Ever giving up on this shit!! Ever!! ]
Oh, didn't you know? It's so much easier to never have had the bridge at all. Why would I bother?
[ He'd always been a loner, after all, except for the few people he kept close. At least when they were young. Now... Well. Can't get hurt by having friends if you don't make them to begin with /taps forehead ]
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[Vander knew that's exactly what they were too each other, and what had been a solid brotherhood was irrevocably broken. His actions then Silco's actions and now this constant fighting with each other. The wounds were too deep, and they just couldn't let it go.
And yet, he was reminded in that moment of staring at the text that he had saved Silco. Without thinking, without caring for the consequences to himself, he had used his body to shield Silco and take them out of danger. Then he had rushed back in. He didn't know why.
He did.]Didn't you give up on the promise of Zaun to save Jinx?
And there was that time in our twenties when you promised me a good time and we ended up getting shit-kicked by not only Chem-Baron thugs but then enforcers right after. Never did have that good time.
[Yeah, yeah, he was just trying to push Silco's buttons. He honestly should just stop texting, but if it was between bickering with the other man and being alone, he'd take bickering.]
That's the actual saddest thing I have read in a long time. You're actually here spazzing at me because you don't have anyone else, do you?
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[ bitter ex???? Bitter Ex??????????? ]
Of course I didn't. I turned away from one path, not shut the door entirely.
Besides, didn't you knock the teeth out of no more than three thugs and four enforcers. What about that wasn't a good time?
[ no wait. DON'T pull him into this!! ]
I'm not doing anything like that. You're inventing things to fit your narrative.
[ pot, kettle ]
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[He shouldn't be smiling, but he was. From aggravating to amusing in just a few short replies. He should just leave this well enough alone.]
Wow, that sounds like what I did. Imagine that. We are still similar in so many ways.
They broke my nose, and I got blood on my new shirt. Besides, I might have knocked out a full pair of teeth from the lot of them, but you stabbed two thugs and two enforcers. Didn't we sleep in the alley that night?
[Yeah sorry, they were doing this.]
No? So you're just here for the last word then? Because I can go.
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Oh, but I know it must sting to understand that I'm not like you. I would have made Piltover pay for what they did to us. Well, I suppose in the end, they did, didn't they?
[ He doesn't WANT to remnisc. ]
The thugs and the enforcers deserved it. Besides, it wasn't like that hole we usually slept in was much better.
[ GRINDING HIS TEETH. ]
Never mind. I see what you're trying to do. It won't work, or distract me.
Unless talking about old times is to disarm me for the next time you try to trick me.
[ Silco has never given up anything in his life. ]
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Don't mistake my protection of the Lanes as misunderstanding that I still would want Piltover to pay. I just know that the cost of blood of our people that it would take would make any victory sour. We'd sew as much misery as we tried to right the wrong of.
[Of course. Back then, who didn't deserve it? They'd be so young, cocky and certain of themselves.]
At least there was a mattress in that hole we slept in. Did I ever thank you for resetting my nose again back then? I'm still upset about that shirt. Never did learn to not wear white.
And if it bothers you so much, why are you engaging?
[Oh Silco, Vander actually groaned as he read that last line.]
Trick you, how so? You think I'm capable of disarming you verbally these days? Come on, I know you're a paranoid realist.
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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. ]
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Then he'd experienced the cost full on. Still, he never denied that Silco was excellent at speeches, stirring up the emotions, convincing even. For a few moments anyway.]
Unfortunately, Piltover's control over us does need to come in part from Piltover itself. We have to negotiate with them, and part of negotiations is potentially not getting everything that we want. I know you were close with the Council, but don't you see? It was Piltover to come to the table and grant you what you wanted, not us throwing everyone on a pile to give them no choice.
And to that end, we could have worked harder with Piltover to promote the betterment of our people. Clean air, clean water, better nutrition and support systems for the sons and daughters of Zaun could have been played and proved to increase productivity. We could have been smart instead of continually going for blood, which I will agree has its place when the bolder won't move uphill.
But it also doesn't matter anymore, does it? The sun set on both of us, so it's no longer our fight. Independence lays with Sevika, Jinx, Vi, Jayce and everyone else who reside in Piltover and Zaun. We can only hope that our fight and our lessons bolster that push.
We need to be mentors, Silco. We have nothing else. I suggest you trial that here.
[He made mental notes of all the subjects that Silco jumped over to nail the older man with later when he was back to feeling like he wanted to be an arse and fight.
Okay no. He still had a little left in the tank.]
Yeah, I bet I scored some points considering you're refusing to talk about it anymore. Getting under your skin, am I?
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Hah. Do you know why they came to the table? Because they didn't like the cost of war. That's all. They were afraid, Vander. Afraid of fighting, afraid of losing. They were afraid of us, because we were a threat.
[ Talis had said they wouldn't have won. Silco knows that they don't know what they had up their sleeves. Talis certainly didn't. They didn't know the weapon was finished. That they had Jinx. It wasn't just shimmer. It was everything else.
Silco, however, doesn't know about Noxus. Or didn't. he only has an inkling of it now. ]
Oh yes, independence lies with Sevika was it? [ Uh oh. Vi he already discounted. She was running around with an Enforcer. The very people who killed her parents. She was a lost cause. Jinx... Jinx was the only fighter left. (。_。) ]
The one who played their little game and ended up working with them, right? The very people that wouldn't give us the time of day? The council wouldn't even hear us, Vander. The only time they did was after we hit them. Repeatedly. Made them fear us.
Without Shimmer, without everything I've done, they would have still been happy to ignore us. Let us rot while they make Hextech and leave us even further behind. You never saw what it did. We were starting to get somewhere, wealth was spreading into the Lanes, people were thriving. Then Hextech came along, and they left us behind again. Pumped more runoff towards us as the price for their wealth.
They were never going to work with us. Ever. You can delude yourself all you want, but I saw what worked.
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[Vander did know about Noxus because he had been told, and he knew for a fact that Noxus sliding into anyone else's business on the cusp of war was never going to go Piltover or Zaun's way. Neither of them were warring cities, but Noxus? That place made war an art. Of course, for him hindsight was his advantage.
And he had seen what was left of him become. Yeah, Zaun had its monsters, but they were wild and uncontrolled, hurting themselves as much as Piltover. That's the way it had always been. They simultaneously advanced and decayed at the same time.]
Apparently. You mentored her well enough I suppose, though she always had the right disposition but lacked the presence we did.
Yeah well, from what I heard, there was a uniting situation that required the both of them. It seemed that working together to defeat a common enemy still had its place. They did what they had to in the end, and neither you nor I nor any that came before us did more than set up to eventual agreements.
You saw what you wanted to see. I think the problem is that you never wanted to work with them any more than they wanted to work with us. You wanted to see them hurt, to experience a small fraction of the pain and suffering we endured. You wanted to see the fear in their eyes; do you think it would make you feel good for a few seconds?
Or maybe you wanted them as miserable and isolated as you are so all that you endured felt justified.
Anyway, we had a small thriving little community once. I doubt there's any more left to say.
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[ A part of him thinks that he should just come around, see it. Maybe it doesn't matter anymore — the thought lights in his mind, before he quickly dashes it, pushes it out. It still matters. He still — He focuses on the response instead. Refuses to think about it. Refuses to let his mind go down that path. ]
Oh, the small thriving community. The Lanes? While everything else rotted around you? Do you think the Lanes were going to be it, for me? You wanted them to be a harmonious little community, but what about the rest of it? The rest of us? It didn't matter to you, did it? Just the community of people who saw things your way.
Zaun was never going to be thriving under your watch, Vander. You were content to continue to live on runoff. Their runoff.
So yes, perhaps I would have liked to see them suffer, recognize how dependent they were on us. On our labor. On everything that we supplied them with to make them wealthy. Perhaps I did want to see them finally understand what it was that they did every day they woke up, and stepped over our backs on their way to yet another party, yet another meal where they threw half away.
The fact that you don't see that, the fac that you don't want that disgusts me.
They should be suffering for what they did. Then again, for someone who worked with them, why am I hardly surprised? You would have thrown away any of us to make sure that you kept the peace.
[ He used this against Caitlyn. He's using it now. ]
Honestly? I'm surprised you didn't let Vi hang for her "crimes". That would have been your usual method, wouldn't it?
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He would have replied back with the usual defenses. Honestly, he was poised to type it back out again, knowing the result with be the same as the last time.]
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It hit low. It hit hard. He was more unprepared for it than he expected.]
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Vi. His Vi.
After everything he had sacrificed for her. After spending the last five months missing her deeply, longing to talk to her, to apologize, to tell her he was proud of her....
His lips pulled into a snarl as he bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood.]
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He should.
He should.
He wouldn't.]
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He should.
He wouldn't.
He knew that Silco would know. He knew Silco had already won this day, and it was only a matter of striking back to inflict a similar sized wound.]
Don't you ever talk about Vi like that to me again, you miserable seething little snake. You're only suggesting I'd sacrifice her because youre pissed off she's already so much beter than u could ever be. I'd give everything i am for those girls.
Can you claim the same?
No, you'r too busy carving out who Powder was to fill it with all your traumas and vitriolic hatred so she can never grow up because you know if she steps out from under you for one bloody second that she'll see how much of an angry sad little man that you are and maybe even pity you. she doesn't need u, silco. she stays with you because you've given her no other options and because she loves you and all u did was stunt her
and you sacrifice her for zaun? no, you don't make sacrifices you make deals. people are currency that you play out in your little poker game of dictatorship. even jinx is just a piece in your war, your secret little weapon who you deploy to disrupt everything. u ever told her that you love her? bet not.
sacrificing myself so vi could live is the greatest achievement of my life. i'd hang for her - for powder too - any day in any place
Text; im sorry this is just twisting the knife now
Text; sorry for the delay
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