That would have happened if I hadn't taken it, too. At least this way I can keep them out of Zaun long enough to handle the fallout of all the chembarons dropping like flies.
[ Piltover was worse off, sure, and Zaun had come together, for now, but there was always going to be a time limit on that. She would have to work fast. All the more reason to be irritated by being stuck here instead of doing what actually needed to be done. ]
Others will try to claw their way to the top and I'd rather pick who that ends up being. [ She won't even think about mentioning the Firelights. Having any of them on her own little council would only set Silco off all over again. ] I'm not going to let them tear down everything you built... You let Zaun out of its cage. We aren't going back in.
[ Of course, that brings her to a faint snort of... well, not quite amusement. She smoked a bit and breathed it out again in a cloud. ]
But you should have seen their faces when I walked into that shiny golden tower of theirs. I'm pretty sure I'm on a time limit there, anyway, no matter what this "older" me may have said.
Sevika is truly the only one that has a chance to convince Silco of this. He hates them, Topside. He knows Sevika does too. They both do, they always have. It was always going to go this way, be this way. They hated them for what had been done to them, for every little slight. Every sneer. Every dead body. They had been looked down on for long enough that they both understood what it was that they were fighting for. Sevika was the only one that could have convinced him.
Oh, if only it hadn't been for Vander's big damn mouth, telling him to "be a mentor". The thought rises to the surface, and Silco feels that old asp lash out, a strike Anger. Hot like molten lava. Anger at them, for trying to manipulate them into compromising. To try to draw them into being theirs. To continuing to work together. ]
And if it isn't?
They aren't letting us go. They'll never let us go now. Not if we're working with them. Not if they're going to continue to get our profit.
The... other you said that you were manipulating them out, but I know them. They'll hold on by any means necessary. You can't guarantee that they still won't have holdings. Not without shell structures, investments, or otherwise.
[ He doesn't believe it. He can't.
It couldn't have worked without him. Right? There couldn't have been another way. ]
We can't let them have us.
[ That's what it boiled down to. He didn't want them to have any part. They'd been so close ]
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[ Piltover was worse off, sure, and Zaun had come together, for now, but there was always going to be a time limit on that. She would have to work fast. All the more reason to be irritated by being stuck here instead of doing what actually needed to be done. ]
Others will try to claw their way to the top and I'd rather pick who that ends up being. [ She won't even think about mentioning the Firelights. Having any of them on her own little council would only set Silco off all over again. ] I'm not going to let them tear down everything you built... You let Zaun out of its cage. We aren't going back in.
[ Of course, that brings her to a faint snort of... well, not quite amusement. She smoked a bit and breathed it out again in a cloud. ]
But you should have seen their faces when I walked into that shiny golden tower of theirs. I'm pretty sure I'm on a time limit there, anyway, no matter what this "older" me may have said.
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Sevika is truly the only one that has a chance to convince Silco of this. He hates them, Topside. He knows Sevika does too. They both do, they always have. It was always going to go this way, be this way. They hated them for what had been done to them, for every little slight. Every sneer. Every dead body. They had been looked down on for long enough that they both understood what it was that they were fighting for. Sevika was the only one that could have convinced him.
Oh, if only it hadn't been for Vander's big damn mouth, telling him to "be a mentor". The thought rises to the surface, and Silco feels that old asp lash out, a strike Anger. Hot like molten lava. Anger at them, for trying to manipulate them into compromising. To try to draw them into being theirs. To continuing to work together. ]
And if it isn't?
They aren't letting us go. They'll never let us go now. Not if we're working with them. Not if they're going to continue to get our profit.
The... other you said that you were manipulating them out, but I know them. They'll hold on by any means necessary. You can't guarantee that they still won't have holdings. Not without shell structures, investments, or otherwise.
[ He doesn't believe it. He can't.
It couldn't have worked without him. Right? There couldn't have been another way. ]
We can't let them have us.
[ That's what it boiled down to. He didn't want them to have any part. They'd been so close ]