[For all the time that he had known Jinx, from the moment that she threw herself into his care, Silco had developed strategies to cope with her mental instability moments. Naturally, he liked to be a calm person with all the hard edges that kept other people on their toes as he wasn't easy to read reactions for. Calm control was what allowed him to thrive in the nation of Zaun.
He liked to think that it also made him a better parent when it came to raising Jinx to the chaotic young adult that she was. Her suffer never went beyond his notice, but he knew if she was in Piltover that they would lock her up 'for her own good', and here in Zaun, she would probably already be dead in a trench somewhere after overdosing on something in a bid to self-medicate.
Silco brought the water glass carefully to the table and set it down. His mismatched eyes rose when she did, noting the look of panic of her on the verge of flight. He reached out and curled his fingers lightly around her wrist, not holding her in place but anchoring her to this moment.]
Good. [He said with word softly, calmly while keeping constant eye contact with her if she would let him.] Do you think I rushed you to weaponize the hextech so we could simply wave it around as a threat? No, Piltover needed to fear us in order to give us what we truly wanted.
[He tugged on her wrist lightly to encourage her to sit down close to him. Her memory of their conversation in the moments before she shot and killed him likely had slipped her mind; that was common when she was breaking apart. He didn't hold it against her.]
The boy offered me everything, Jinx. Trade routes, access to hexgates, a seat at their table, but he required the one thing that would make peace impossible: you. I would sooner burn Zaun and Piltover to the ground than give you to them. You're my daughter, and as your father, it's my job to protect you and love you for who you are. Now and always. Even when you don't want me to, even when you don't believe I should, even when the whole world is telling me not to....
[He reached up with his free hand to set his fingers in the holes currently in his chest requiring treatment.]
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He liked to think that it also made him a better parent when it came to raising Jinx to the chaotic young adult that she was. Her suffer never went beyond his notice, but he knew if she was in Piltover that they would lock her up 'for her own good', and here in Zaun, she would probably already be dead in a trench somewhere after overdosing on something in a bid to self-medicate.
Silco brought the water glass carefully to the table and set it down. His mismatched eyes rose when she did, noting the look of panic of her on the verge of flight. He reached out and curled his fingers lightly around her wrist, not holding her in place but anchoring her to this moment.]
Good. [He said with word softly, calmly while keeping constant eye contact with her if she would let him.] Do you think I rushed you to weaponize the hextech so we could simply wave it around as a threat? No, Piltover needed to fear us in order to give us what we truly wanted.
[He tugged on her wrist lightly to encourage her to sit down close to him. Her memory of their conversation in the moments before she shot and killed him likely had slipped her mind; that was common when she was breaking apart. He didn't hold it against her.]
The boy offered me everything, Jinx. Trade routes, access to hexgates, a seat at their table, but he required the one thing that would make peace impossible: you. I would sooner burn Zaun and Piltover to the ground than give you to them. You're my daughter, and as your father, it's my job to protect you and love you for who you are. Now and always. Even when you don't want me to, even when you don't believe I should, even when the whole world is telling me not to....
[He reached up with his free hand to set his fingers in the holes currently in his chest requiring treatment.]
I will never forsake you.