[ Silco's lips, for the barest, briefest moment, flickered into a smile. It's fond, an odd look on the crimelord's lips, but after a split-second, it's gone, swallowed by that same despair that swallowed everything in that moment, along with that old sadness, the wound that was left gaped open over Silco's heart, the one that rest with that shard, because silco loved his daughter more than anything.
He would never allow her to interfere, for as long as she lived, if he did enough to propel them for the future, he would have been happy, to cement their victory.
He still would, if it meant she would be guaranteed her life in Yima's new world. If she was allowed her wild freedom and grand inventions, her mind able to flourish and invent, and create chaos. He would have been happy with just that. He didn't have that luxury, though, and he knew it. If he was dead, would she even still be here?
Could he beseech Yima, to save her, when he gave everything for Zenith?
No, this was a thought he could not even entertain. Refused to entertain. If he gave that up, was it worth it? ]
She would have burned me, if she knew. [ He answered, to explain the half-smile that ghosted across his lips. ] She would have never forgiven me.
[ He would have been leaving her, and he hadn't even known. ]
I don't --
[ He reached out, this time his hand on Set's wrist, as he held his daughter in his hand, careful though he was, Silco still felt fear. How could he not? This was his most prized, and perfect posession. This was his whole world, his heart, because he'd given everything for Jinx. She was the very epitome of Zaun. Strong, smart, hewn by years and trauma and abandonment. She was Zaun, and Zaun was her, in his mind they were everything, and Jinx was the spirit of it. As long as he had her, he didn't even have to consider the remnants of the city, or that they were left in the ditch.
After all, he knew that few Zaunites would have ever wanted to bring back Piltover, if it meant their own revival. They were a worthy sacrifice. ]
I don't want to die. [ He hissed, his tone fervent, despairing. ]
I can't leave her -- but I don't know how to release myself from it, or get around it.
[ If there was a way, his tone said, he would take it. He would not just lie down and die, despite the dramatics. ]
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He would never allow her to interfere, for as long as she lived, if he did enough to propel them for the future, he would have been happy, to cement their victory.
He still would, if it meant she would be guaranteed her life in Yima's new world. If she was allowed her wild freedom and grand inventions, her mind able to flourish and invent, and create chaos. He would have been happy with just that. He didn't have that luxury, though, and he knew it. If he was dead, would she even still be here?
Could he beseech Yima, to save her, when he gave everything for Zenith?
No, this was a thought he could not even entertain. Refused to entertain. If he gave that up, was it worth it? ]
She would have burned me, if she knew. [ He answered, to explain the half-smile that ghosted across his lips. ] She would have never forgiven me.
[ He would have been leaving her, and he hadn't even known. ]
I don't --
[ He reached out, this time his hand on Set's wrist, as he held his daughter in his hand, careful though he was, Silco still felt fear. How could he not? This was his most prized, and perfect posession. This was his whole world, his heart, because he'd given everything for Jinx. She was the very epitome of Zaun. Strong, smart, hewn by years and trauma and abandonment. She was Zaun, and Zaun was her, in his mind they were everything, and Jinx was the spirit of it. As long as he had her, he didn't even have to consider the remnants of the city, or that they were left in the ditch.
After all, he knew that few Zaunites would have ever wanted to bring back Piltover, if it meant their own revival. They were a worthy sacrifice. ]
I don't want to die. [ He hissed, his tone fervent, despairing. ]
I can't leave her -- but I don't know how to release myself from it, or get around it.
[ If there was a way, his tone said, he would take it. He would not just lie down and die, despite the dramatics. ]