[ His face draws into a sneer, and it turns his face uglier. Angrier. It draws in, and there's something like fury in his eyes. ]
That is where you are so, incredibly wrong. Even an idiot like Quetzalcoatl understood that. It isn't that I've been denied it. It is that I have seen what happens when you have it.
[ She is right, of course. Except for one small detail. One thing that Silco would never dare to share. Hell, even those whom had been in Kenos, and been granted the brief, fleeting presence of the only person Silco held dear β would have never been able to tell that one secret he kept close. His fingers twitched, instinctively, reaching for a pocket that didn't exist on his person. As if there was something that he was used to having that he did not anymore β that perfect crystallization of a soul so precious and worth caring for that he would have burned down every universe along the way, just to see it thrive.
The worst part was, neither he nor the bearer of the effort would have blinked twice at the sacrifice. ]
I do not expect you to understand. You have never been where they are at. If something is worth having, it is worth fighting for. Not calling a variety of people with powers and prominence to do the work for you. It makes them lazy, and distant. They do not know the weight of such sacrifice, if they are not in it themselves.
You continue to insult them, if you want to pretend that we are to be their secret saviors with no cost to them. Good for them, they have been able to find us, but if you think that is all their efforts should land them, then you are delusional.
[ Silco, of course, has no powers either. To him, this is simple logic. Why are they not getting these "upgrades" or weapons? Why are they pulled from their homes and asked to sacrifice, when the people here are not? It makes him sick to think of them so unwilling to have a hand in their uprising.
Then again, he would much rather be home, ready to wage war on a people that had put an end to his daughter's life, too. ]
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That is where you are so, incredibly wrong. Even an idiot like Quetzalcoatl understood that. It isn't that I've been denied it. It is that I have seen what happens when you have it.
[ She is right, of course. Except for one small detail. One thing that Silco would never dare to share. Hell, even those whom had been in Kenos, and been granted the brief, fleeting presence of the only person Silco held dear β would have never been able to tell that one secret he kept close. His fingers twitched, instinctively, reaching for a pocket that didn't exist on his person. As if there was something that he was used to having that he did not anymore β that perfect crystallization of a soul so precious and worth caring for that he would have burned down every universe along the way, just to see it thrive.
The worst part was, neither he nor the bearer of the effort would have blinked twice at the sacrifice. ]
I do not expect you to understand. You have never been where they are at. If something is worth having, it is worth fighting for. Not calling a variety of people with powers and prominence to do the work for you. It makes them lazy, and distant. They do not know the weight of such sacrifice, if they are not in it themselves.
You continue to insult them, if you want to pretend that we are to be their secret saviors with no cost to them. Good for them, they have been able to find us, but if you think that is all their efforts should land them, then you are delusional.
[ Silco, of course, has no powers either. To him, this is simple logic. Why are they not getting these "upgrades" or weapons? Why are they pulled from their homes and asked to sacrifice, when the people here are not? It makes him sick to think of them so unwilling to have a hand in their uprising.
Then again, he would much rather be home, ready to wage war on a people that had put an end to his daughter's life, too. ]