[ He's almost surprised that there's no traps, or explosions, but seeing Jinx more focused on papers than gadgets certainly leaves a... confused, sour taste in his mouth. Was there something she was researching, or was it —
(Fucking finally. His eye looks horrible, and she might have to sneak in a few more drops to help it heal. There's relief in her eyes as she moves to the bed, patting the space next to her so she can get to it.)
Undo what? Bringing angry trenchers and rabid topsiders to hold hands and save the world? Pffft, I'm pretty sure she is enjoying it, like a sadist holo--whatever she is.
(No hesitation in standing and pulling Silco further into her room so he can sit. If he had been taking care of himself, well, he wouldn't have to get annoyed, but noooo. Jinx tries, okay. She puts food in her daily rotation for him, tries her best to see if he has eaten, keeps track if he is sleeping, etc.
She certainly had her pick of the options. Yet she chose us.
[ He thinks it says something. Perhaps that Aurora didn't actually want them to succeed.
It's something he thinks about often. Winds around it, turns it this way and that in his head. It would answer many questions he had. Why him. Why Jinx. Why Vander, or Sevika, or the topsiders?
He hates it. He hates being here. With every distraction, every person, everything that wasn't Jinx, that was trying to pull her away from him just as assuredly as everything else. He was dead. He liked being alive, but the price was still due. He still had to live in this place to survive.
Perhaps death hadn't been the worst fate. ]
Alright, alright. Here.
[ He hands it over, letting her drag him along. He'd lost weight, muscle mass (was there any left to lose?) in the past weeks. He even looks tired.
You think she rigged us? Huh! Great minds do think alike.
(She thinks exactly that, actually. An illusion of choice, considering the fact they all have to work together, and if she knows who they are, the uphill battle is going to be for all of them to band together for anything at all. There's just too much involved, personally, politically, morally in the group they chose to save the damn world that it feels almost impossible.
But she has to try, as much as she thinks it's a worthless exercise. She's got something going, and she can't just let it go and ignore all she's been building on the off-chance she can't do it.
She can fix it. She has to.)
Silco, you look like crap, and that's rich coming from a Trencher. You sick?
('Course not. But, it's easier to think he is than that he is taking shit care of himself. This is her dad. She can't leave him like that. She climbs to his lap, crossing her legs in a crooked lotus position as she spins the injector on her index finger, the other hand checking his temperature.)
[ It's either random, or it's directed. He cannot imagine random producing this particular group of people, which means directed. It means that she wants them to fail.
To be fair, for Silco, it's warped his motivations. The world is in danger? Well, everything is here. Jinx is here. That's all that matters. Sevika is also here, a secondary, a thorn in his side, a reminder of what he cannot be. It's all here. Why would he even bother with Runeterra? What good is there? An ailing city that will apparently be re-swallowed into Piltover? Despite his every effort?
What good is that?
He does it for Jinx, because she so desperately wants it to survive.
He doesn't understand it. He doesn't get it. What good is there? ]
I don't look that bad.
[ Stubbornly. She's on his lap, injector spinning. His head tipped back slightly. ]
I just haven't had my mediation. That's all. I've been working otherwise.
[ On what? It's difficult to say. There's no economy here. No struggle. No desperation. What is there to work on?
Then again, what was Silco without something to work on? ]
(Seems like the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. She had been thinking about leaving Zaun, taking flight somewhere far and unfamiliar. Without Silco, there was no reason to stay there anymore, and yet, she kept being pulled to his legacy even so. Perhaps, if he had just talked to her, she might tell him she gets it.
But he doesn't. All she sees is him withering, and is there something so undoing as a father slipping away? She's giving her usual signs that she's about to inject him, so he braces for the impact of shimmer.
It sucks big time.)
Right. Right, because that's why you're a skeleton. Can't fool me, Silco.
[ Wasn't it a parent's job to not talk about their worries? The little things (or big, in Silco's case) that kept them up. All the things that made him feel like his skin was itching in all the wrong places, the things that left him pacing. Thinking. Winding his brain in little circles, trying to figure them out. All the things that made him angry, because being angry is what keeps him from that pit always in the edge of his vision.
No. Being Angry. Being Driven. That's how one avoided it. That burgeoning despair. It was always there, but so much smaller. Now it's large. Now it threatens to swallow him whole, if he even dares look at it. Dares address it. ]
I've always been thin, Jinx.
[ He remarks. He waits for it, he'd waited for her to give it. It's... both familiar and not. He waits for it to come.
The anticipation is worse than the sting. ]
I even ate yesterday. I'm fine.
[ he's trying to distract himself from the incoming sting. ]
(The thing is, his daughter has grown a lot last he saw her. She's always taken care of him, the medicine, his business, his office even with her little gifts. Now that she has someone to really look after, she sees things differently. Jinx is, strangely enough, the responsible one. Sounds bad, kinda is, sorta, but it opened her eyes to a lot of things.
She knows he's always been thin. There's a difference between what is normal for him and 'eating yesterday as a parameter for good health', and it's not like he can't afford it. There's no money, there's no excuse. She tries to do it quick, a two punctures where it looks the worst, and she holds him so he can ride it with support.)
[ Two punctures. More than usual, but he jerks anyway, leaning into her while his fingers and toes wind, muscles tensed, everything all off-kilter while the shimmer (oh, sweet shimmer) does its work on him to finally soothe the pain, and the haziness in his eye. It'll take days of treatments to repair the loss, but...
He breathed out as a single tear gathered at the edge of his eye.
He breathed in. Breathed out. ]
Jinx, I'm alive. I'm not exactly going to throw away this opportunity.
[ See, the thing is, Silco had always been bout the cause. Without it, he's aimless. The cracks show. The fact that he was a dead man walking, barely living as it was before shows. He had been motivated by the mission, the need to fix it all, a promise that still settled low in his chest next to his heart, where it pounded over and over again.
He doesn't have that anymore, so what does he have? It's just Jinx. And what a position that puts his daughter into, doesn't it? ]
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Date: 2025-05-04 06:37 am (UTC)Hm. ]
Did you know what time it is?
[ He asks. His hands are behind his back. ]
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Date: 2025-05-06 12:07 am (UTC)(Fucking finally. His eye looks horrible, and she might have to sneak in a few more drops to help it heal. There's relief in her eyes as she moves to the bed, patting the space next to her so she can get to it.)
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Date: 2025-05-13 12:20 am (UTC)[ He says, with all of the annoyance of a parent that was told that he wasn't taking care of himself. ]
She may still take this as an opportunity to undo what I expect she considers a mistake. [ Bringing him back, obviously. ]
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Date: 2025-05-14 02:06 pm (UTC)(No hesitation in standing and pulling Silco further into her room so he can sit. If he had been taking care of himself, well, he wouldn't have to get annoyed, but noooo. Jinx tries, okay. She puts food in her daily rotation for him, tries her best to see if he has eaten, keeps track if he is sleeping, etc.
MAYBE take better care of yourself, old man.)
Give me.
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Date: 2025-05-18 09:32 pm (UTC)[ He thinks it says something. Perhaps that Aurora didn't actually want them to succeed.
It's something he thinks about often. Winds around it, turns it this way and that in his head. It would answer many questions he had. Why him. Why Jinx. Why Vander, or Sevika, or the topsiders?
He hates it. He hates being here. With every distraction, every person, everything that wasn't Jinx, that was trying to pull her away from him just as assuredly as everything else. He was dead. He liked being alive, but the price was still due. He still had to live in this place to survive.
Perhaps death hadn't been the worst fate. ]
Alright, alright. Here.
[ He hands it over, letting her drag him along. He'd lost weight, muscle mass (was there any left to lose?) in the past weeks. He even looks tired.
It's difficult, without something driving him. ]
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Date: 2025-05-22 02:40 am (UTC)(She thinks exactly that, actually. An illusion of choice, considering the fact they all have to work together, and if she knows who they are, the uphill battle is going to be for all of them to band together for anything at all. There's just too much involved, personally, politically, morally in the group they chose to save the damn world that it feels almost impossible.
But she has to try, as much as she thinks it's a worthless exercise. She's got something going, and she can't just let it go and ignore all she's been building on the off-chance she can't do it.
She can fix it. She has to.)
Silco, you look like crap, and that's rich coming from a Trencher. You sick?
('Course not. But, it's easier to think he is than that he is taking shit care of himself. This is her dad. She can't leave him like that. She climbs to his lap, crossing her legs in a crooked lotus position as she spins the injector on her index finger, the other hand checking his temperature.)
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Date: 2025-05-25 06:03 am (UTC)[ It's either random, or it's directed. He cannot imagine random producing this particular group of people, which means directed. It means that she wants them to fail.
To be fair, for Silco, it's warped his motivations. The world is in danger? Well, everything is here. Jinx is here. That's all that matters. Sevika is also here, a secondary, a thorn in his side, a reminder of what he cannot be. It's all here. Why would he even bother with Runeterra? What good is there? An ailing city that will apparently be re-swallowed into Piltover? Despite his every effort?
What good is that?
He does it for Jinx, because she so desperately wants it to survive.
He doesn't understand it. He doesn't get it. What good is there? ]
I don't look that bad.
[ Stubbornly. She's on his lap, injector spinning. His head tipped back slightly. ]
I just haven't had my mediation. That's all. I've been working otherwise.
[ On what? It's difficult to say. There's no economy here. No struggle. No desperation. What is there to work on?
Then again, what was Silco without something to work on? ]
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Date: 2025-05-31 05:29 am (UTC)But he doesn't. All she sees is him withering, and is there something so undoing as a father slipping away? She's giving her usual signs that she's about to inject him, so he braces for the impact of shimmer.
It sucks big time.)
Right. Right, because that's why you're a skeleton. Can't fool me, Silco.
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Date: 2025-05-31 11:55 pm (UTC)No. Being Angry. Being Driven. That's how one avoided it. That burgeoning despair. It was always there, but so much smaller. Now it's large. Now it threatens to swallow him whole, if he even dares look at it. Dares address it. ]
I've always been thin, Jinx.
[ He remarks. He waits for it, he'd waited for her to give it. It's... both familiar and not. He waits for it to come.
The anticipation is worse than the sting. ]
I even ate yesterday. I'm fine.
[ he's trying to distract himself from the incoming sting. ]
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Date: 2025-06-11 08:18 pm (UTC)She knows he's always been thin. There's a difference between what is normal for him and 'eating yesterday as a parameter for good health', and it's not like he can't afford it. There's no money, there's no excuse. She tries to do it quick, a two punctures where it looks the worst, and she holds him so he can ride it with support.)
Nooooooooot conviced.
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Date: 2025-06-14 08:22 pm (UTC)He breathed out as a single tear gathered at the edge of his eye.
He breathed in. Breathed out. ]
Jinx, I'm alive. I'm not exactly going to throw away this opportunity.
[ See, the thing is, Silco had always been bout the cause. Without it, he's aimless. The cracks show. The fact that he was a dead man walking, barely living as it was before shows. He had been motivated by the mission, the need to fix it all, a promise that still settled low in his chest next to his heart, where it pounded over and over again.
He doesn't have that anymore, so what does he have? It's just Jinx. And what a position that puts his daughter into, doesn't it? ]