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KENOS IC CONTACT
© TESSISAMESS
[ Communion with Silco is like being doused in cold, polluted water. It feels like taking a breath is difficult, like there's fingers around your throat, pain all over. The water is too-slick like it's almost more pollutants than water, and the water crashes against you, inescapable, even if you were to somehow find the ability to breathe, there is still no escape from the sickening undertow. Somewhere, perhaps deeper in the water, or something else, is a simmering, vile hatred, resentment, and it feels like it should be hot enough to make the water around you boil, even if it's almost too-placid, and too cold. Like all of this hatred is buried deep. Then again, the fact that it feels so close means it must burn so hot. ]
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I should hope so, and yet... you know that eventually we will have to fight them, yes? The Meridian-aligned will look for any advantage they will find, and what better advantage than finding some of Zenith's more loyal types down here?
Put us in Ryad, and just... let nature work it out, hm? There are plenty of ways that this could go badly, and I have too many irons in the fire to worry about them. It only takes one that won't play by the rules.
[ Well, Silco's thinking of two Meridian-aligned individuals in particular. It shouldn't be surprising that he's focused on that, given that he does think Amos wouldn't bring down a troublemaker, but he still feels the need to make it clear. Vet them, carefully. He'd already brought Jinx and Kaeya down, obviously, and then there would be Sebastian, but there were no others that he would trust -- and honestly, he doesn't trust Sebastian -- he doesn't want to take the chance.
He doesn't need to deal with being killed down here, where his shard will be stomped on quicker than it could be picked up, and he cannot put Jinx through that again. His relationship with his daughter, as much as Silco talks about her in vague terms -- albeit affectionately -- is tenuous enough after his death as it is. ]
Just be certain, is all I would advise. Think of it as one concerned Zenite to another, hm?
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But a small frown makes its way onto Amos' face at the mention of Ryad β contemplative, the very beginnings of an idea starting to form there, but that's all they are β beginnings. There's no urgency on his end; not when everything's going well, not when he's got himself firmly under control, not when there's any hint of that being disrupted. Yes, they'll likely come to blows against the Meridian at some point, but that's not now.
He's more interested in the part where Silco plays the loyalty card, and that makes Amos' smile that little bit wider, that little bit more real. ]
That's why we get ourselves established here first. I know shit's gonna go down at some point, but we got the head start. I haven't seen anyone else I know down here, and I don't know of anyone else who'd instinctually know how this place works. You probably know how to make yourself invaluable, right? You do that, won't matter what any Meri tries with you. Just make sure you trust your bodyguards.
[ ... It's said with the air of a joke, because it is one to Amos, even though he knows Silco won't get it. Just, you know. Sometimes you manage to get audience with the head of a criminal organization and then you kill him with your bare hands. Doesn't matter how invaluable you are if the right (or wrong) person gets to you first.
Except he also. Might be volunteering, on the whole bodyguard thing. The whole loyal Zenite thing is an easy way to get him, after all. ]
Me, I know I'm disposable β [ he grew up on the streets and was never destined for leadership. Of course he is, Silco should understand that β ] but I figure I got a better shot at surviving Ryad than you do.
[ No boasting, just facts. He does. Silco should understand that, too. ]
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Silco's lips flickered into a smile, almost sarcastic at the statement, a flicker of recognition that what Amos said was funny, but more than that, it was true. Not that he'd trust his bodyguard, but he had something better, didn't he? His left hand flexed, the glove covered up the mark on the back of his hand -- but it was there -- his guarantee. Silco didn't want to let that cat (or demon) out of the bag, though. Not yet.
Not without dire need.
No, he would have to put other things together. He'd already spoken to Sebaatian about one of his plans, and the more he was down here, the more he would be reaching out, to make sure that everything fell into place. Don't mind the chill at the back of his spine in a few weeks -- it should be noth ing. ]
Probably. I'll know who to look for, when we end up there because some fool let a dangerous Meri in, hm? Wouldn't be us, though. I'm sure.
[ He's said his piece, of course. That he warned him was a self-serving courtesy. Silco couldn't help but worry that someone was going to let the other Zaunites about down here, and while Jinx would fit right in... The rest...
Eh. ]
Just...food for thought. To make sure we're on the same page.
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They'd cross that point if it happened. While trusting nobody seems like a bad judgment call (thought the Exalt in meta), there's something to be said for who you trusted and who you didn't β and there's that degree of power Silco can hold over him. Which, they aren't there. Silco had said as much earlier, and he's not an idiot, and he's absolutely not going to start shit on one of Kowloon's main streets, so they're fine.
Back to Silco's face, then. Back to that blank little smile of Amos', an expression that doesn't exactly convey that he's heard Silco loud and clear, even though he has. ]
You don't got anything to worry about, Shimmy. We're both from a place like this, yeah? We know the rules. 'course we're on the same page.
[ Maybe not in goals, but in understanding (or at least Amos thinks, and has no reason to think otherwise). But speaking of goals, Amos gives him one last nod; time for him to see about his. ]
I'll see you around.