Unless they are contracted by Patho-Gen in an effort to subvert a technicality.
[ To claim these people are technically not Patho-Gen. But the fact that they have a presence that is disputed while the consequences of their actions ripple through the lower districts... They must have some kind of power, whether it's monetary or influence, or even magical in nature.
Regardless, they'll cross that bridge when more information is uncovered and better assess at that time. Mel can be the gold that catches people's attention; let Silco remain the knife in the dark for when it is necessary. (So long as it continues to be necessary, and never more than that.)
Although, something he says piques her interest enough, and she tilts her head. ]
Perhaps I need to wander into those areas more often. [ The problem, of course, being that she can't hide all of her markings. ] Do you have any recommendations on where to visit?
[ And no, she isn't fishing for his haunts. They shouldn't be seen together anyway. But if he wants her to see the truth, if he wants her to understand the extent of suffering and need, then she wants to hear it from the source as well, drunkards and otherwise. ]
You want to see them, do you? Do you think it will help you understand?
[ She'd always ignored them, before. It's implied in his tone, but not in an unhelpful way, as if he is pointing it out. They had always ignored them before. Why would it be different now? Why now, when even trying β Trying to change things β had been enough to have them beaten down and shot on the bridge.
Did she even know the history? ]
I would tart with the Crow Bar β a little place. Look for the crow on the sign.
[ A wave of his hand. ] They are disenfranchised. They're looking for a way towards working out of this.
[ A beat, and then, because he has to know: ]
What will you do, when the government and Patho-Gen choose the same path that Piltover did? Peaceful resistance is always met with violence.
What will you do when that day comes? [ A beat. ] You do not have to answer now.
Were you not the one saying we did not understand, that I could not understand and could never hope to? Are you surprised that I want to rectify this?
[ Perhaps he'd be shocked to know the remorse that is buried in her chest, festering like rot. Perhaps it wouldn't matter to him. Perhaps all he wants is for someone to place blame on, especially now that he is away from Zaun. In the end, it doesn't matter; this is a decision she is making for herself, with or without his blessing. But the recommendation is helpful, and Mel gives a tip of her head into what passes for a nod. She'll head there when she has time, once she knows how to properly disguise herself so as not to attract real attention.
Mel starts to stand. They may not have fully fleshed out their terms but, in this, they have some direction. She pauses once she uncrosses her legs, both feet on the floor, considering him. Whether the question lands poorly or not, there is no change to her expression, not even a flicker across her gaze.
It's possible she already knows her answer. It's just as likely this isn't the first time she's been asked a similar question, even if the context was ever so slightly different. What will you do when your mother refuses to back down? What will you do when she chooses the same path, again and again? ]
It's possible I won't need to tell you. You'll see it for yourself.
[ Because she has already anticipated that Patho-Gen and the government will stop taking so kindly to the Augmented. The clock is ticking on their changes, on their humanity. He'll likely see her answer before she has time to voice it. Whether she makes the right choice, however, is another story.
Mel rises at last. ] I appreciate your hospitality and your perspective, Silco. You've given me a great deal to consider.
[ And with that, she heads for the door. They'll be in touch, one way or another. ]
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[ To claim these people are technically not Patho-Gen. But the fact that they have a presence that is disputed while the consequences of their actions ripple through the lower districts... They must have some kind of power, whether it's monetary or influence, or even magical in nature.
Regardless, they'll cross that bridge when more information is uncovered and better assess at that time. Mel can be the gold that catches people's attention; let Silco remain the knife in the dark for when it is necessary. (So long as it continues to be necessary, and never more than that.)
Although, something he says piques her interest enough, and she tilts her head. ]
Perhaps I need to wander into those areas more often. [ The problem, of course, being that she can't hide all of her markings. ] Do you have any recommendations on where to visit?
[ And no, she isn't fishing for his haunts. They shouldn't be seen together anyway. But if he wants her to see the truth, if he wants her to understand the extent of suffering and need, then she wants to hear it from the source as well, drunkards and otherwise. ]
hangs my damn head in shame at how long this took
[ She'd always ignored them, before. It's implied in his tone, but not in an unhelpful way, as if he is pointing it out. They had always ignored them before. Why would it be different now? Why now, when even trying β Trying to change things β had been enough to have them beaten down and shot on the bridge.
Did she even know the history? ]
I would tart with the Crow Bar β a little place. Look for the crow on the sign.
[ A wave of his hand. ] They are disenfranchised. They're looking for a way towards working out of this.
[ A beat, and then, because he has to know: ]
What will you do, when the government and Patho-Gen choose the same path that Piltover did? Peaceful resistance is always met with violence.
What will you do when that day comes? [ A beat. ] You do not have to answer now.
Just think on it.
shhh it's fine
[ Perhaps he'd be shocked to know the remorse that is buried in her chest, festering like rot. Perhaps it wouldn't matter to him. Perhaps all he wants is for someone to place blame on, especially now that he is away from Zaun. In the end, it doesn't matter; this is a decision she is making for herself, with or without his blessing. But the recommendation is helpful, and Mel gives a tip of her head into what passes for a nod. She'll head there when she has time, once she knows how to properly disguise herself so as not to attract real attention.
Mel starts to stand. They may not have fully fleshed out their terms but, in this, they have some direction. She pauses once she uncrosses her legs, both feet on the floor, considering him. Whether the question lands poorly or not, there is no change to her expression, not even a flicker across her gaze.
It's possible she already knows her answer. It's just as likely this isn't the first time she's been asked a similar question, even if the context was ever so slightly different. What will you do when your mother refuses to back down? What will you do when she chooses the same path, again and again? ]
It's possible I won't need to tell you. You'll see it for yourself.
[ Because she has already anticipated that Patho-Gen and the government will stop taking so kindly to the Augmented. The clock is ticking on their changes, on their humanity. He'll likely see her answer before she has time to voice it. Whether she makes the right choice, however, is another story.
Mel rises at last. ] I appreciate your hospitality and your perspective, Silco. You've given me a great deal to consider.
[ And with that, she heads for the door. They'll be in touch, one way or another. ]