[ Set understands, and appreciates where he comes from. Unlike Quetzalcoatl, who said things like: 'I wish this didn't have to happen to you' is antithetical to Silco, who prides himself on his strength, on the fire that forged the strongest, most capable creatures who survived. It was hard, it had always been hard. He had been running between buildings with a gang since he was old enough to run properly, jumping buildings like every other sump rat, looting buildings when he wasn't winnowing his fingers to the bone in the fissures.
Set understood that it had made him strong. Yes he wanted Zaun to change, but not so much that it was not Zaun. He wanted it to belong to the people, but he had never wanted it to be a soft, coddling bosom to nurture the youths in. No, he wanted it hard, wild, and free. This Set understood, just like Silco understood him.
His child was not lost. Not yet. Silco understood why he was Meridian in the same way that Set understood that he was Zenith. Set had a chance to bring Anubis back to him. There was still hope. Were Jinx not dying in his arms, would he be willing to entertain Meridian? Yes, there was a chance. His daughter, however, was lost to him, dying before him. Her life draining out after she was cut down by the Pilties, trying to just eradicate another Sump Rat.
Set says that he wants to encourage different paths, but he does not know if there is another path for him. Not now. ]
I don't know if there's another path open. I will take it, if I can. However...
[ However. He had learned otherwise. Learned that his soul would be forfeit, and he would not survive it, even though he had thought that he would. ]
Should you see a way...
[ He stepped into the room, behind Set, nudged him along once the spell was attuned to him. Silco had carefully crafted this to keep any and all out. This was his most private sanctum, and the place he spent the least. He could not bear to be here, to look at all that was left of his daughter, and not fall into deeper despair.
Set's question almost hit deaf ears, as he stared at her.
The room was small, but littered with treasures. The large gun that he'd gotten this past month was carefully set amongst the small bombs, chompers, paints, and scribbles that he'd carefully transported from his room. The half-formed scraps of metal that were the works of a genius mind that had been crafting from thin air. In the middle was her gem, blue, dull, only the faintest hint of life inside. It looked like a hex gem, one that had lost its spark.
Silco's fingers trembled when he reached down to pick it up off the ground.
It was very nearly a shrine, in here. There was little light, nothing to chance burning it down, and Silco held the only thing he had ever venerated, this precious, perfect child. He had promised her that he would never leave her, and he was going to break that promise. ]
I promised her that I would never leave her.
[ He said, in a voice that was perhaps smaller than even he realized. Hopeless.
He held her out to him, and gave Set his entire world. ]
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Set understood that it had made him strong. Yes he wanted Zaun to change, but not so much that it was not Zaun. He wanted it to belong to the people, but he had never wanted it to be a soft, coddling bosom to nurture the youths in. No, he wanted it hard, wild, and free. This Set understood, just like Silco understood him.
His child was not lost. Not yet. Silco understood why he was Meridian in the same way that Set understood that he was Zenith. Set had a chance to bring Anubis back to him. There was still hope. Were Jinx not dying in his arms, would he be willing to entertain Meridian? Yes, there was a chance. His daughter, however, was lost to him, dying before him. Her life draining out after she was cut down by the Pilties, trying to just eradicate another Sump Rat.
Set says that he wants to encourage different paths, but he does not know if there is another path for him. Not now. ]
I don't know if there's another path open. I will take it, if I can. However...
[ However. He had learned otherwise. Learned that his soul would be forfeit, and he would not survive it, even though he had thought that he would. ]
Should you see a way...
[ He stepped into the room, behind Set, nudged him along once the spell was attuned to him. Silco had carefully crafted this to keep any and all out. This was his most private sanctum, and the place he spent the least. He could not bear to be here, to look at all that was left of his daughter, and not fall into deeper despair.
Set's question almost hit deaf ears, as he stared at her.
The room was small, but littered with treasures. The large gun that he'd gotten this past month was carefully set amongst the small bombs, chompers, paints, and scribbles that he'd carefully transported from his room. The half-formed scraps of metal that were the works of a genius mind that had been crafting from thin air. In the middle was her gem, blue, dull, only the faintest hint of life inside. It looked like a hex gem, one that had lost its spark.
Silco's fingers trembled when he reached down to pick it up off the ground.
It was very nearly a shrine, in here. There was little light, nothing to chance burning it down, and Silco held the only thing he had ever venerated, this precious, perfect child. He had promised her that he would never leave her, and he was going to break that promise. ]
I promised her that I would never leave her.
[ He said, in a voice that was perhaps smaller than even he realized. Hopeless.
He held her out to him, and gave Set his entire world. ]