so what?
its not like theyre gonna follow us back to zaun. what can they do really?
its not like theyre gonna follow us back to zaun. what can they do really?
[ wait. hold on. ]
so what happens if someone dies???
so what happens if someone dies???
Not just him, but your people. No one appreciates a ruler in which does not know when to leave the ball early, for example. [ who relaxes around their own boss, for example? definitely no cedrick. though that might be for entirely different reasons... like callisto totting a corpse around a noble's birthday party. nbd. ]
For you, let's hope that's the case. Well, either way, it seems you're a man full of suspicions, doubt, and zero room for trust. I am sure you will do just fine even without my advice.
... and now, you have something to look forward to in the cafeteria.
For you, let's hope that's the case. Well, either way, it seems you're a man full of suspicions, doubt, and zero room for trust. I am sure you will do just fine even without my advice.
... and now, you have something to look forward to in the cafeteria.
Edited (actually where is the photowall, assume i have the right location help) 2025-02-15 06:06 (UTC)
[ silco is dead. very very dead. what does that mean?
will the cycle repeat? ]
yeah. course.
will the cycle repeat? ]
yeah. course.
[ jinx is not something who prides herself on sense. sense as a concept is meaningless. the lanes don't make sense. they gorge on each other as much as piltover does. everyone chasing some pinnacle, just trying to make it to the top. grasping, grabbing, greedy little shits.
she never gave a single fuck. not when silco was alive, not when he passed on. so what if they looked up to her? so what if she killed some pigs? heroism? might as well lose some braincells in the crossfire.
he's not coming back. he'll die here or remain here. impotent.
maybe she should have killed him when she saw him.
but it's too late. too late now. so. what sense is left? how do you move from incontrovertible proof? the gunpowder on her fingertips that brushed over his lifeless face. can she do this all over again? should she try to save him?
or build the perfect coffin and let her curse do the work? ]
nothing's obvious here. just got to crack it all open.
she never gave a single fuck. not when silco was alive, not when he passed on. so what if they looked up to her? so what if she killed some pigs? heroism? might as well lose some braincells in the crossfire.
he's not coming back. he'll die here or remain here. impotent.
maybe she should have killed him when she saw him.
but it's too late. too late now. so. what sense is left? how do you move from incontrovertible proof? the gunpowder on her fingertips that brushed over his lifeless face. can she do this all over again? should she try to save him?
or build the perfect coffin and let her curse do the work? ]
nothing's obvious here. just got to crack it all open.
no point otherwise.
got to dig for the truth. and to get out.
got to dig for the truth. and to get out.
still got to start somewhere right?
truth cascades. one truth will lead to the next and the next.
til it all comes tumbling down.
truth cascades. one truth will lead to the next and the next.
til it all comes tumbling down.
sall good.
ill take care of it.
[ till it all comes tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling doooown. ]
ill take care of it.
[ till it all comes tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling doooown. ]
well no wonder you were so devoted to the cause. kind of surprised you didn't off yourself when you got here too in that case
have to admit though. it's why you didn't strike me as the fatherly type. especially not the adopting a wayward child kind
how'd that come about?
have to admit though. it's why you didn't strike me as the fatherly type. especially not the adopting a wayward child kind
how'd that come about?
[ He's actually a little surprised that Silco shares the story, considering how long it's taken to get to this, but he's pleased. After all, it fills in the missing pieces perfectly. It's difficult for him to imagine Silco seeing a girl crying in the rain and suddenly having a change of heart.
But if it all comes back to him? Yeah. That's the self-centered guy that he knows.
It's an assessment he keeps to himself, naturally. ]
poetic. maybe there's a god in your world taking a peek at both of you with irony like that.
for me though? that answers my curiosity. who knew that my acolyte had a secret soft spot!
you want me to look out for her?
But if it all comes back to him? Yeah. That's the self-centered guy that he knows.
It's an assessment he keeps to himself, naturally. ]
poetic. maybe there's a god in your world taking a peek at both of you with irony like that.
for me though? that answers my curiosity. who knew that my acolyte had a secret soft spot!
you want me to look out for her?
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