Ekko scoffs and rolls his eyes, unwilling to take the advice—or whatever it is—on board. He's the typical teenage level of self-assured that if he fails it's not going to be because he wasn't up his own ass enough about the grand machinations of the city's politics. He doesn't have any youthful delusions of immortality (hard to have those, in Zaun), so he likewise has no plans to waste his time looking down the barrel of the long game while everything is real busy going to shit around him and Zaunite lives are on the line.
But around him is very different now, and there's only a handful of Zaunites even present as far as he can tell... all of which can take care of themselves just fine. Maybe eventually he'll find people here to care about enough to want to protect, but it hasn't happened yet. Flatly: "You can quit scheming now, we're not even in the Undercity anymore." As the disturbingly clean air and unpleasantly open spaces will attest.
And honestly, the balls on Silco. Ekko immediately pulls a face, as disturbed by the offer as he assumes Silco intended. "I'll pass. Not enough money on his planet to make that worthwhile." He hasn't necessarily heard bad things about working for Silco, plenty of Chem Barons have much worse reputations as employers, but it would definitely be hell on Earth for Ekko personally.
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Ekko scoffs and rolls his eyes, unwilling to take the advice—or whatever it is—on board. He's the typical teenage level of self-assured that if he fails it's not going to be because he wasn't up his own ass enough about the grand machinations of the city's politics. He doesn't have any youthful delusions of immortality (hard to have those, in Zaun), so he likewise has no plans to waste his time looking down the barrel of the long game while everything is real busy going to shit around him and Zaunite lives are on the line.
But around him is very different now, and there's only a handful of Zaunites even present as far as he can tell... all of which can take care of themselves just fine. Maybe eventually he'll find people here to care about enough to want to protect, but it hasn't happened yet. Flatly: "You can quit scheming now, we're not even in the Undercity anymore." As the disturbingly clean air and unpleasantly open spaces will attest.
And honestly, the balls on Silco. Ekko immediately pulls a face, as disturbed by the offer as he assumes Silco intended. "I'll pass. Not enough money on his planet to make that worthwhile." He hasn't necessarily heard bad things about working for Silco, plenty of Chem Barons have much worse reputations as employers, but it would definitely be hell on Earth for Ekko personally.