Frustration lances through him, at the condescension and the presumption, and just at having to see Silco look so self-satisfied. Maybe Ekko should deck him, after all.
"I'm not interested in politics." Certainly not the kind that Silco and the Chem Barons gets up to, deals and territory and the protection rackets that he doesn't actually realize Vander and Benzo were also running. Even after kicking him out of the room whenever they had to talk business, they'd still use coded language about that sort of thing (which was good because Ekko had been born nosy and usually listened in to conversations he wasn't supposed to, regardless.)
Either way, he's the leader of the Firelights because he just couldn't not do anything about Shimmer and the damage it was wreaking on the Lanes, not because he actually wanted to be in charge of anyone. He'd love to just sit around inventing all day like a pampered Piltie, but that's not exactly in the cards for him—or anyone from Zaun—which is part of the problem, of course. He's too deep in the muck to see Silco's grand liberation plans for what they are, though: it all just looks like greed and horror from the bottom.
At the not so veiled threat his shoulders stiffen, anger peeling his lip up over his teeth in a snarl. Of course he would go there. Of course. "I'm sure you'd like that." And Ekko would like to throttle him, but unfortunately neither of them can have what they want right now. "But your muscle's in another dimension."
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"I'm not interested in politics." Certainly not the kind that Silco and the Chem Barons gets up to, deals and territory and the protection rackets that he doesn't actually realize Vander and Benzo were also running. Even after kicking him out of the room whenever they had to talk business, they'd still use coded language about that sort of thing (which was good because Ekko had been born nosy and usually listened in to conversations he wasn't supposed to, regardless.)
Either way, he's the leader of the Firelights because he just couldn't not do anything about Shimmer and the damage it was wreaking on the Lanes, not because he actually wanted to be in charge of anyone. He'd love to just sit around inventing all day like a pampered Piltie, but that's not exactly in the cards for him—or anyone from Zaun—which is part of the problem, of course. He's too deep in the muck to see Silco's grand liberation plans for what they are, though: it all just looks like greed and horror from the bottom.
At the not so veiled threat his shoulders stiffen, anger peeling his lip up over his teeth in a snarl. Of course he would go there. Of course. "I'm sure you'd like that." And Ekko would like to throttle him, but unfortunately neither of them can have what they want right now. "But your muscle's in another dimension."