[Distant observations of what has transpired around him. Death, rebirth, strange magic and stranger people. Piltover’s leaps and bounds multiplied, in some ways.
After a moment, he follows up with: ] can i c all? damn thing s too smll
[ This may be ill-advised. There had been a truce made between them, but nothing else. A simple understanding of one thing in common, no matter Silco’s anger, and no matter Vander’s still fresh grief.
He’s lost four children. In a blink of an eye -
He’s lost everything. Almost everything, anyway. The weight of it has been suffocating him from the moment he opened his eyes on the first day.]
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[Distant observations of what has transpired around him. Death, rebirth, strange magic and stranger people. Piltover’s leaps and bounds multiplied, in some ways.
After a moment, he follows up with: ] can i c all? damn thing s too smll
[ This may be ill-advised. There had been a truce made between them, but nothing else. A simple understanding of one thing in common, no matter Silco’s anger, and no matter Vander’s still fresh grief.
He’s lost four children. In a blink of an eye -
He’s lost everything. Almost everything, anyway. The weight of it has been suffocating him from the moment he opened his eyes on the first day.]