Oh look, a sardonic laugh. Vander was not one to let such an opportunity pass him by, and even in a sour mood, he still smiled cheekily. It was, of course, a ruse as much as the words were truth.
It had occurred to him how much the landscape of their little world group would shift and change if people like Ekko, Vi, Benzo or even some other members of Piltover arrived. He didn't have much care or hope for Piltover unless it was Grace and what a sight for sore eyes she would be. At this point, it felt as if he was struggling to contain what he knew was coming, and he was so used to Zaun business remaining Zaun business that he wasn't yet willing to let the overt and undercurrent politics be spread. It was a frustratingly lonely position to be in: friends and allies with no one.
He was drawn back to the conversation as the topic switched to Shimmer. There was a swimming disjointed conversation between them about it while he drank cooking sherry and she called him a walking overdose. "How many people lost their lives to those mutations, the growths, the misshapen limbs or just going wild and killing others for you all to refine it enough to the 'not poison' part? Experimenting on our population for your miracle drug," he said with a shake of his head.
Unconsciously, he rubbed a hand over his left forearm, picking at the edge of his shirt sleeve as he thought of Shimmer. How good it felt. How bad the withdrawal symptoms were. How he had spent weeks with the subtle tug of want for another hit. He did not have an addictive personality, but even he could feel it now slithering through his flesh. That tug of want, of hunger.
"Bring back people from the brink of death," he added. Him. Jinx. How many others? Oh right, him again apparently. "So you two need it here then."
Refineries, he thought. The base ingredients and technology to manufacture it. No doubt if it was a cornerstone of Silco and Sevika's power, they knew how it was made, what was necessary to kick start it, even if under the guise of saving Silco's vision. "Will you let them revive it?"
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It had occurred to him how much the landscape of their little world group would shift and change if people like Ekko, Vi, Benzo or even some other members of Piltover arrived. He didn't have much care or hope for Piltover unless it was Grace and what a sight for sore eyes she would be. At this point, it felt as if he was struggling to contain what he knew was coming, and he was so used to Zaun business remaining Zaun business that he wasn't yet willing to let the overt and undercurrent politics be spread. It was a frustratingly lonely position to be in: friends and allies with no one.
He was drawn back to the conversation as the topic switched to Shimmer. There was a swimming disjointed conversation between them about it while he drank cooking sherry and she called him a walking overdose. "How many people lost their lives to those mutations, the growths, the misshapen limbs or just going wild and killing others for you all to refine it enough to the 'not poison' part? Experimenting on our population for your miracle drug," he said with a shake of his head.
Unconsciously, he rubbed a hand over his left forearm, picking at the edge of his shirt sleeve as he thought of Shimmer. How good it felt. How bad the withdrawal symptoms were. How he had spent weeks with the subtle tug of want for another hit. He did not have an addictive personality, but even he could feel it now slithering through his flesh. That tug of want, of hunger.
"Bring back people from the brink of death," he added. Him. Jinx. How many others? Oh right, him again apparently. "So you two need it here then."
Refineries, he thought. The base ingredients and technology to manufacture it. No doubt if it was a cornerstone of Silco and Sevika's power, they knew how it was made, what was necessary to kick start it, even if under the guise of saving Silco's vision. "Will you let them revive it?"