[Silco stopped swirling his drink when he was told of his habit, and his entire being momentarily stilled. His eyes stared straight ahead, playing back the numerous times they had had similar discussions over these last months. It was interesting that he had a tell that he hadn't considered before, likely due to the fact of his limited contact with those who would consider themselves high born.
A lifetime of oppression and subjugation by Piltover had created a deep seeded hatred in him for those that lived at the top in their ivory towers. It made him... inflexible at times. He knew his worth, but even in his confidence that he was what he was and accepted that, a lifetime of being 'less' would always fuel him in his ambition.
The corner of his lip suddenly pulled in a smirk, and he moved to stretch his legs out from this chair as if he were settling to relax. He brought the tumbler of whiskey to his lips for the second time and downed the remainder, using his thumb to wipe his lower lip as he examined the now empty glass.]
Well, well, what an unfortunate habit that is. [Now that he was indeed aware of it, he could move to correct the imbalance. How could he show such weakness or something that could be perceived as weakness? ] Do I enjoy being a trencher? Absolutely. Do I enjoy knowing that to an entire city of oppressors considered my existence to be little more than what I could produce for their wealth and prosperity? That men and women who called themselves nobility would put me down like a filthy animal if they knew what I was capable of. A lifetime of generational oppression... I suppose it may produce a few tells.
[He lifted his glass so that he could look through it, a distorted image produced on the other side of his view.]
I do not seek crowns or halos of light. I have no sire to have pride in as I don't even know who that is. I grew up with nothing being treated as if I was nothing. You seek things by looking up at a God for love and compassion; our gods abandoned us just like everyone else. Oppression is the only common thread for me and my people. [He dropped the glass to rest on the arm of his chair.] Apologies if the invisible collar around my neck annoys you. I'll do better to hide inconvenient truths from you in future.
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A lifetime of oppression and subjugation by Piltover had created a deep seeded hatred in him for those that lived at the top in their ivory towers. It made him... inflexible at times. He knew his worth, but even in his confidence that he was what he was and accepted that, a lifetime of being 'less' would always fuel him in his ambition.
The corner of his lip suddenly pulled in a smirk, and he moved to stretch his legs out from this chair as if he were settling to relax. He brought the tumbler of whiskey to his lips for the second time and downed the remainder, using his thumb to wipe his lower lip as he examined the now empty glass.]
Well, well, what an unfortunate habit that is. [Now that he was indeed aware of it, he could move to correct the imbalance. How could he show such weakness or something that could be perceived as weakness? ] Do I enjoy being a trencher? Absolutely. Do I enjoy knowing that to an entire city of oppressors considered my existence to be little more than what I could produce for their wealth and prosperity? That men and women who called themselves nobility would put me down like a filthy animal if they knew what I was capable of. A lifetime of generational oppression... I suppose it may produce a few tells.
[He lifted his glass so that he could look through it, a distorted image produced on the other side of his view.]
I do not seek crowns or halos of light. I have no sire to have pride in as I don't even know who that is. I grew up with nothing being treated as if I was nothing. You seek things by looking up at a God for love and compassion; our gods abandoned us just like everyone else. Oppression is the only common thread for me and my people. [He dropped the glass to rest on the arm of his chair.] Apologies if the invisible collar around my neck annoys you. I'll do better to hide inconvenient truths from you in future.