Hm. It is very much related to my life. The slums I grew up near, when I was a boy.
[ Also the place he nearly died the first time. The site of his first betrayal, the man he'd become rested at the bottom of a river not unlike this one.
The dockside, the decrepit buildings, the water that looks like you might be sick from even taking a dip in it. That's all Zaun, down to every last detail. The man had lived and breathed this for his entire life. Then again, Silco also didn't talk about everything that made him who he was β he just expressed that without shame, and made everyone else suffer the consequences.
He pulls a bottle out, some kind of cinnamon whiskey, and pours, though he makes a slight face at it. Well, when he and Vander had been boys, they'd drunk things far more vile than that. Case in point, the liquor in a jar with a suspended rat in it certainly seems particularly vile, just sitting on the shelf! Gross. ]
Trying to. That's where we come in. Why do you think there are so many gates? The point is for us to wear them down, bit by bit. Pick them off, and then when they are left fighting here, there's little left for her to finally swat down.
Meanwhile, LILITH continues to infect them topside, the rest of them all fall apart, dying off while we silently and efficiently take out each and every one of their little heroes.
[ A twitch of his lips. ] Nobody listened to me, no matter how much I told them that the average person up there should be responsible for their own fates. It will be what eradicates them all, in the end.
no they can be especially when it comes to their egos (i guess cw: elusion to animal cruelty?)
[ Also the place he nearly died the first time. The site of his first betrayal, the man he'd become rested at the bottom of a river not unlike this one.
The dockside, the decrepit buildings, the water that looks like you might be sick from even taking a dip in it. That's all Zaun, down to every last detail. The man had lived and breathed this for his entire life. Then again, Silco also didn't talk about everything that made him who he was β he just expressed that without shame, and made everyone else suffer the consequences.
He pulls a bottle out, some kind of cinnamon whiskey, and pours, though he makes a slight face at it. Well, when he and Vander had been boys, they'd drunk things far more vile than that. Case in point, the liquor in a jar with a suspended rat in it certainly seems particularly vile, just sitting on the shelf! Gross. ]
Trying to. That's where we come in. Why do you think there are so many gates? The point is for us to wear them down, bit by bit. Pick them off, and then when they are left fighting here, there's little left for her to finally swat down.
Meanwhile, LILITH continues to infect them topside, the rest of them all fall apart, dying off while we silently and efficiently take out each and every one of their little heroes.
[ A twitch of his lips. ] Nobody listened to me, no matter how much I told them that the average person up there should be responsible for their own fates. It will be what eradicates them all, in the end.