[ That is a sore spot, isn't it? He says it idly, blithely. He had a family, and it still felt monumental. Who did Silco really have? Jinx, yes, he had always relied on Jinx. He knew Sevika would always be devoted to the nation of Zaun, but who else was there? The chembarons were opportunists at best, and he had a city drowning in Shimmer.

It needed him. He knew it did. There was nothing other than him holding it together. Just like...

His jaw tightened. A clench of something, like he was chewing a truth that he did not like. ]

I will be in charge of it. [ He said, with a tightness that said, very clearly, that this was not ideal. ] Any... family [ it is said with bile, like the toxins in his eye ] is either dead, or...

Well. Dead now. Because I killed them.

We are a hard people Geto. Betrayal and domination is baked into our very culture. We have had to become this.