[ 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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[ 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.