[Hmmm, apparently Silco was practicing mastering himself and not immediately taking a swing at him the moment the other man was prodded with a stark truth. He knew it was possible based on their last interaction for himself, but even then, Silco was quick to take an opportunity when presented. He didn't discount the notion that if he turned his back, there would likely be a knife in it in short order.
He huffed softly, pushing fingers through his hair as he regarded the other man. It was the same arguments.]
I used to always listen to what you say, and we all know how well that turned out for us, as you're continually keen to remind me. [He waved off the other comment with a hand.] You've withheld information. [So had he, so it wasn't a cutting accusation.
Vander stood his ground when Silco seemed to slither and swell with fury, and he lifted his chin as if daring the other man to pull that knife and come at him. It was better that than their seemingly endless verbal arguments that went around and around, looking to one-up the other in a back and forth.
Maybe Silco wasn't ready to admit that somehow the girls simply slipped in deep. Maybe it was such a blind spot that Silco couldn't see it for what it was. Sometimes dreams weren't worth the cost that had to be paid to make them successful, but it made him wonder. When had Silco been killed in comparison to the Piltover vote? Where had he been to leave him vulnerable enough to take bullets to the chest? He expected Silco to be more careful.
He was tired and hungry. Yet, he cast his gray eyes over to Silco at the statements regarding Powder. He didn't deny that Silco did know her well, that he would have to spent time relearning and rebuilding a relationship with her. She seemed to want to have a relationship with him at least, which was probably more than he could ask for.]
She's my daughter too, Silco. And you do know her better; I've clearly missed a lot years for her, but thanks to this place, I have that opportunity.
[His expression closed, eyes turning flinty at the low blow. His jaw worked side to side as he stared at Silco. It wasn't a complete untruth either, which drove the point agonizingly deeper. He had had Vi, who had always been so capable. Janna, he missed her.]
She wants a relationship with me regardless. Think on that.
[He moved to walk away. He was done with this conversation; he was already regretting starting it in the first place.]
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He huffed softly, pushing fingers through his hair as he regarded the other man. It was the same arguments.]
I used to always listen to what you say, and we all know how well that turned out for us, as you're continually keen to remind me. [He waved off the other comment with a hand.] You've withheld information. [So had he, so it wasn't a cutting accusation.
Vander stood his ground when Silco seemed to slither and swell with fury, and he lifted his chin as if daring the other man to pull that knife and come at him. It was better that than their seemingly endless verbal arguments that went around and around, looking to one-up the other in a back and forth.
Maybe Silco wasn't ready to admit that somehow the girls simply slipped in deep. Maybe it was such a blind spot that Silco couldn't see it for what it was. Sometimes dreams weren't worth the cost that had to be paid to make them successful, but it made him wonder. When had Silco been killed in comparison to the Piltover vote? Where had he been to leave him vulnerable enough to take bullets to the chest? He expected Silco to be more careful.
He was tired and hungry. Yet, he cast his gray eyes over to Silco at the statements regarding Powder. He didn't deny that Silco did know her well, that he would have to spent time relearning and rebuilding a relationship with her. She seemed to want to have a relationship with him at least, which was probably more than he could ask for.]
She's my daughter too, Silco. And you do know her better; I've clearly missed a lot years for her, but thanks to this place, I have that opportunity.
[His expression closed, eyes turning flinty at the low blow. His jaw worked side to side as he stared at Silco. It wasn't a complete untruth either, which drove the point agonizingly deeper. He had had Vi, who had always been so capable. Janna, he missed her.]
She wants a relationship with me regardless. Think on that.
[He moved to walk away. He was done with this conversation; he was already regretting starting it in the first place.]