No. That's why one predicts what is necessary, and puts those in place as they are required.
To pretend otherwise is a fool's errand. It is how a structure falls apart.
[ Even Silco... knows this. Oh, he doesn't like it, of course. He fights it every step of the way, and tries his damnest to control as much as he can. However, he... is a man. A frail one. One who will do whatever is necessary, do everything that he must, but he can't knock a bunch of mooks together, or create bombs.
He had to have people for that.
But he knew. He knew Sevika was teetering. He knew Jinx struggled. He had nobody to trust. He only had anticipation. Prediction.
Words. ]
That, however, does not require true trust. Only that of an organization. And that is a structure I can trust, because it is mine.
So perhaps, Medarda, you could say: I trust myself.
[ The quiet down their tepid connection isn't one of judgment. Instead, it's something like acceptance, perhaps even understanding. For many years, she could trust herself and Elora and no one else. With Elora gone, with so much changed, she cannot even believe in who she is any longer, and that was before being brought to this forsaken place. ]
I find it interesting that a man who has difficulty trusting still sees fit to have people around him, even held at arms' length. Especially as many as you had and have here.
[ Perhaps it's an appraisal. But it truly does make her wonder if Silco isn't desperate for some kind of contact, some kind of camaraderie, even if he knows he can never trust for it to be mutual and safe. Mel refuses to go so far as empathetic towards him, not with all he's done, not with the manipulation he uses.
She does, however, see her own reflection in it. Like calls to like. Silco is just a man like any other, someone who wants connection but who has been too burned to ever hold his hand out.
For not the first time, she wonders who Jinx is to him truly, and if she isn't the bridge he has towards some kind of humanity, as jagged and flawed as it may be. ]
However, the people around me understand the consequences of betrayal. I made sure of that. Those that choose to try, will learn that my lesson was a "light" example.
[ It had not been light.
Mel, however, does understand something about him. He does, though Silco refuses to admit it. He always had, since the incident. He is aware that he can't do it alone, because he's nothing more than filth under their boots, a dirty little thing that cannot do more tha kick up a minor dust storm. He has to rely on others, but how does he force it? Through coin, through coercion, through the concrete things he knows he can trust.
Jinx had been... the first since. Of course, it had to be Felicia's daughter. Of course it had to be the child Vander raised, inept though he had been at doing so, in his opinion. Silco understood Jinx, because they were the same. Because she had been like him. How long had it been, since there had been a connection? Something concrete? Something to hold? How long had it been since Silco had trusted?
Jinx had been the only one to make it through that armor, so long ago. Of course she had. Who else could? ]
[ It's not written with animosity. Silco and she both know the consequences of allowing people close, physically and emotionally. They pull people in who are necessary but the risk and consequence of what may happen if even one of those people betray their trust... But Silco uses the heavy hand of violence and destruction, whether it be physical or emotional. Mel's way is not softer, only less outwardly physical. Silco's lesson is not to cross him. Mel's lesson is to not approach in the first place.
Both of them islands, though one of them remains below.
There are times when she is choked by the reality of too many people who have come to know her, that all safety and pretense falls away beneath the reality that they will be harmed. Her heart is a weak thing, its muscle so often unused. She cannot tell Silco that opening himself up for the mere possibility of kindness will be worth it because even now she questions it herself. Which person will be the wrong one? Which one will hold the knife behind their back? Will the betrayal or the pain or the grief be worth the moments of contentment? She doesn't have that answer.
But there are times that she hopes having more allies, more friendships, will win out over the reclusiveness. ]
Choosing allies has become more difficult here, layered with these other souls, and with no access to what we once had as shields.
Hence why keeping people at arm's length becomes even more imperative.
[ Silco learned this lesson long ago. He knows the price, he knows what it costs. He's lost everything once already. He's been mutilated, cut into pieces, and left alone.
Why would he let anyone in again? Why would he dare, when he knew what would happen? Mel had always kept people at arm's length. Silco had... not. Once, Silco had been like so many others. Young, hopeful, even... trusting. He'd trusted in a way that he saw in others as a foolish endeavor.
He'd trusted someone with everything. Is it so surprising that he is more like a wounded animal now, lashing out because it is all he knows how to do? ]
You must look at the motivation. What motivates individuals, to do what we do, and what is their goal? That is our only guide, what they want out of the connection. We both know what we want, to return to make our individual cities better, after all, yes? Save them from their own foolishness.
[ To try to fix Piltover. To stop her mother from taking it all apart for her own means and leaving all of the citizens with nothing but animosity and fear of one another. Silco wants to see Zaun rise again and be equal to Piltover, something she cannot condemn. But she only has so much time before she'll need to leave. It's one more step she'll have to consider if Silco survives to return: who is going to keep him in check when Mel makes her exit and he is no longer beholden to their agreement? (Assuming, of course, that he won't renege on it the moment they return.)
She sighs at the device. ]
So we continue. We need to prepare for Patho-Gen to come down on us. [ On him first, likely. ] They may be motivated to survive but that can mean many things. It's what we'll need to discover in order to stay alive.
[ They're on the back foot in terms of Patho-Gen, with teleporters and locks and the nullification of their abilities. Collars, secret facilities. ]
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To pretend otherwise is a fool's errand. It is how a structure falls apart.
[ Even Silco... knows this. Oh, he doesn't like it, of course. He fights it every step of the way, and tries his damnest to control as much as he can. However, he... is a man. A frail one. One who will do whatever is necessary, do everything that he must, but he can't knock a bunch of mooks together, or create bombs.
He had to have people for that.
But he knew. He knew Sevika was teetering. He knew Jinx struggled. He had nobody to trust. He only had anticipation. Prediction.
Words. ]
That, however, does not require true trust. Only that of an organization. And that is a structure I can trust, because it is mine.
So perhaps, Medarda, you could say: I trust myself.
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I find it interesting that a man who has difficulty trusting still sees fit to have people around him, even held at arms' length. Especially as many as you had and have here.
[ Perhaps it's an appraisal. But it truly does make her wonder if Silco isn't desperate for some kind of contact, some kind of camaraderie, even if he knows he can never trust for it to be mutual and safe. Mel refuses to go so far as empathetic towards him, not with all he's done, not with the manipulation he uses.
She does, however, see her own reflection in it. Like calls to like. Silco is just a man like any other, someone who wants connection but who has been too burned to ever hold his hand out.
For not the first time, she wonders who Jinx is to him truly, and if she isn't the bridge he has towards some kind of humanity, as jagged and flawed as it may be. ]
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However, the people around me understand the consequences of betrayal. I made sure of that. Those that choose to try, will learn that my lesson was a "light" example.
[ It had not been light.
Mel, however, does understand something about him. He does, though Silco refuses to admit it. He always had, since the incident. He is aware that he can't do it alone, because he's nothing more than filth under their boots, a dirty little thing that cannot do more tha kick up a minor dust storm. He has to rely on others, but how does he force it? Through coin, through coercion, through the concrete things he knows he can trust.
Jinx had been... the first since. Of course, it had to be Felicia's daughter. Of course it had to be the child Vander raised, inept though he had been at doing so, in his opinion. Silco understood Jinx, because they were the same. Because she had been like him. How long had it been, since there had been a connection? Something concrete? Something to hold? How long had it been since Silco had trusted?
Jinx had been the only one to make it through that armor, so long ago. Of course she had. Who else could? ]
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[ It's not written with animosity. Silco and she both know the consequences of allowing people close, physically and emotionally. They pull people in who are necessary but the risk and consequence of what may happen if even one of those people betray their trust... But Silco uses the heavy hand of violence and destruction, whether it be physical or emotional. Mel's way is not softer, only less outwardly physical. Silco's lesson is not to cross him. Mel's lesson is to not approach in the first place.
Both of them islands, though one of them remains below.
There are times when she is choked by the reality of too many people who have come to know her, that all safety and pretense falls away beneath the reality that they will be harmed. Her heart is a weak thing, its muscle so often unused. She cannot tell Silco that opening himself up for the mere possibility of kindness will be worth it because even now she questions it herself. Which person will be the wrong one? Which one will hold the knife behind their back? Will the betrayal or the pain or the grief be worth the moments of contentment? She doesn't have that answer.
But there are times that she hopes having more allies, more friendships, will win out over the reclusiveness. ]
Choosing allies has become more difficult here, layered with these other souls, and with no access to what we once had as shields.
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[ Silco learned this lesson long ago. He knows the price, he knows what it costs. He's lost everything once already. He's been mutilated, cut into pieces, and left alone.
Why would he let anyone in again? Why would he dare, when he knew what would happen? Mel had always kept people at arm's length. Silco had... not. Once, Silco had been like so many others. Young, hopeful, even... trusting. He'd trusted in a way that he saw in others as a foolish endeavor.
He'd trusted someone with everything. Is it so surprising that he is more like a wounded animal now, lashing out because it is all he knows how to do? ]
You must look at the motivation. What motivates individuals, to do what we do, and what is their goal? That is our only guide, what they want out of the connection. We both know what we want, to return to make our individual cities better, after all, yes? Save them from their own foolishness.
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She sighs at the device. ]
So we continue. We need to prepare for Patho-Gen to come down on us. [ On him first, likely. ] They may be motivated to survive but that can mean many things. It's what we'll need to discover in order to stay alive.
[ They're on the back foot in terms of Patho-Gen, with teleporters and locks and the nullification of their abilities. Collars, secret facilities. ]
If something comes up, I'll be in touch.