You only know a miracle as something that happens because a divine agent happens to interact with you — Silco, I am that divine agent. My sister is. We are not separate from you, in our time.
[ In that, miracles are entirely possible. They are not wishes or hopes, but real things that happen; the same as apocalypses, mass slaughter, magic and cosmos. For Silco to say he cannot bank on a miracle, to Set, is the same as saying he cannot bank on his own power changing something. It is foreign to a god, whom makes such things happen. And then he tips his head, as if judging Silco for — ]
You fear Yima more than anything, and that is what she's counting on. To rule you with fear and control you, the way Piltover looked down upon you and Jinx — pitiable, and easy to manipulate. Cassian and Jyn left Zenith with the Shards of their loved ones. And do not dare voice your doubt that my world would accept her, when I exist there, despite all my slaughter and misdeed.
[ THough his words are harsh, he parries each of Silco's beliefs with an assertion of his own. Because he believes in more than Zenith's silly little promises, empty and whispered into desperate, foolish ears. A leash to control them, which he manifests in the palm of one hand: a long string of sand, morphed into the shape of a collar and leash that loosely entwines itself around Silco's throat before being jerked into the sand-facsimile hand of Yima herself. ]
Silco, I will not let Yima touch her. If Zenith is to win, I will never allow a woman like Yima to have any hand in the world to come. I hope you would find it in yourself to stop being so afraid of her, and take of her what is yours.
[ With that, he tucks Jinx's shard gently back into the man's palm. ]
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[ In that, miracles are entirely possible. They are not wishes or hopes, but real things that happen; the same as apocalypses, mass slaughter, magic and cosmos. For Silco to say he cannot bank on a miracle, to Set, is the same as saying he cannot bank on his own power changing something. It is foreign to a god, whom makes such things happen. And then he tips his head, as if judging Silco for — ]
You fear Yima more than anything, and that is what she's counting on. To rule you with fear and control you, the way Piltover looked down upon you and Jinx — pitiable, and easy to manipulate. Cassian and Jyn left Zenith with the Shards of their loved ones. And do not dare voice your doubt that my world would accept her, when I exist there, despite all my slaughter and misdeed.
[ THough his words are harsh, he parries each of Silco's beliefs with an assertion of his own. Because he believes in more than Zenith's silly little promises, empty and whispered into desperate, foolish ears. A leash to control them, which he manifests in the palm of one hand: a long string of sand, morphed into the shape of a collar and leash that loosely entwines itself around Silco's throat before being jerked into the sand-facsimile hand of Yima herself. ]
Silco, I will not let Yima touch her. If Zenith is to win, I will never allow a woman like Yima to have any hand in the world to come. I hope you would find it in yourself to stop being so afraid of her, and take of her what is yours.
[ With that, he tucks Jinx's shard gently back into the man's palm. ]
Do not accept anything less than everything.