[It was easy for Piltover to put on its rose coloured glasses as long as the profits and produce kept churning out of Zaun as it always had. It was easy for the Chem-Barons as well, but they cared little for suffering of their own people as it made it so much easier to take advantage of a bad situation. Suffering was part of life; it built character. Silco had stepped out of that pressure pot a jagged bitter man, but he had dreams and vision and aspirations.
He wanted Zaun free, and he had been so close. The boy couldn't have known that the one object of Silco's affections that existed was the one thing that Piltover demanded. He would never give it up, and perhaps with time and effort, he could have put in a copycat. He could never stifle Jinx though, so the ruse likely would never have lasted.
Hope was dangerous in a place of misery. A sense of power doubly so.]
Don't focus on the past, boy. We have work to day now, and for the future of Zaun. Use the past to stiffen your spine. [Silco was well aware that he had Viktor, which was unsurprising for one who lived in the shadow of another. Viktor's weakness had not yet died as his had, but he had plenty to work with here.] You forged yourself and your skills on Piltover's gold. Now it's time to bring that education and those intentions back home, back to Zaun.
[He folded his hands behind his back where he stood, clasping one wrist in the other hand and his mismatched eyes met with Viktor's. The corner of his lip twitched in a faint smile, twisting the deep scars on the left side of his face.]
Build and imagine, Viktor. We need a stable energy source, and hextech had proven to not be effective here. Chem-tech doesn't exist. [And while they were on the topic of what he needed.] I think it would benefit us both to understand how this place works, the mechanics behind the illusion we all exist in. I will fund whatever research you do, build you whatever you need to accomplish these two tasks. We will see if you and I can work well together, and that will translate to saving Zaun.
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He wanted Zaun free, and he had been so close. The boy couldn't have known that the one object of Silco's affections that existed was the one thing that Piltover demanded. He would never give it up, and perhaps with time and effort, he could have put in a copycat. He could never stifle Jinx though, so the ruse likely would never have lasted.
Hope was dangerous in a place of misery. A sense of power doubly so.]
Don't focus on the past, boy. We have work to day now, and for the future of Zaun. Use the past to stiffen your spine. [Silco was well aware that he had Viktor, which was unsurprising for one who lived in the shadow of another. Viktor's weakness had not yet died as his had, but he had plenty to work with here.] You forged yourself and your skills on Piltover's gold. Now it's time to bring that education and those intentions back home, back to Zaun.
[He folded his hands behind his back where he stood, clasping one wrist in the other hand and his mismatched eyes met with Viktor's. The corner of his lip twitched in a faint smile, twisting the deep scars on the left side of his face.]
Build and imagine, Viktor. We need a stable energy source, and hextech had proven to not be effective here. Chem-tech doesn't exist. [And while they were on the topic of what he needed.] I think it would benefit us both to understand how this place works, the mechanics behind the illusion we all exist in. I will fund whatever research you do, build you whatever you need to accomplish these two tasks. We will see if you and I can work well together, and that will translate to saving Zaun.