[Silco turned his head to watch Jinx next to him for a long quiet moment. It had been time since he had thought about Janna, and all the old stories he hadn't thought about for a long, long time. Back to childhood, a time he preferred not to focus on now that he was as old as he was.]

I doubt it. If it was Janna, it would only be Zaunites and Piltover's citizens. That was the only one they ever agreed to not hate.

[He shrugged his shoulders carefully, feeling the pull to the wounds on his chest and back. He finally leaned back on the bench to rest the small of his back against the table behind them.]

Those were very old stories, Jinx. Folktales told to children to let them believe in something other than the dangers of the undercity and the misery of the fissures.