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( again, it looks like she isn't listening with the way she scoffs down her meal (complimenting to get seconds), and her eyes heavily fixated on her plate. but she is, jinx always listens to what her father has to say whether it's a dull lesson or not. in fact, it's when he rolls her up to the next topic, his daughter lifts her head and grins -- pointing her knife at him as if she just caught him red handed. )

Ha, there it is! — You almost had me there, Pops.

( the girl spins the knife between her digits before stabbing the blade onto the meat. )

I thought,"Boy, where do I fit in all of this? When is he gonna turn the tables on me?"

( shrugging nonchalantly however, she reaches over for her glass to chug and soothe her dry throat. on the brighter side because of those stones being in her range, the corruption descends and crawls down to her chin. )

I'm fiiiiine, Silco. I'm working on getting all of my closures.

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[Silco shook his head slightly and sighed at her accusation. If she wouldn't take care of herself and be concerned, then it was his job to do so. She had proven resilient, but much like him, when she got in her head she could be rather destructive to everyone and everything that strayed too close. It was why he tried to keep things less personal and more business; it helped immensely not having a rare mental meltdown and kick the ever living shit out of one of his subordinates.

Jinx would learn in time. It took experience and a few too many close calls for him, so perhaps that was what would take.]

I am not turning the tables on you, Jinx. We've been through a lot, you and I, and if we let the world and everyone in it take advantage of that, then we will be hard-pressed to stand on top of the pile where we belong.

[He wasn't so certain that he believed her sorting out her personal affairs. The sister would always be a threat, and apparently Jinx was now chasing boys. That was no so easy to shake off, and he wouldn't fault her for wanting such connections. Interconnectivity was part of what held Zaun's people together and an aversion to those in Piltover.]

Well, for my peace of mind, I want you keep at least one stone on your person.

[It wasn't a suggestion.]

My pockets are already full.

( is that a weak argument? yes. is she aware of that? double yes. one measly stone isn't going to weigh her down of all the other items on her person, definitely not. the gemstone is a lot heavier than maybe two of those rocks combined, but she is just being difficult as per usual -- the typical teenage rebelling against adult figures. )

Then you can leave the gemstone with me and take this one instead.

[That sounded like a fair trade to him. She could be as obstinate as she wanted to be, and that was fine. He would simply find a way to get the stone taken with her one way or another, especially seeing that it did have the proposed intended effect.

He held out his hand for the gemstone, putting on a concerned expression for her.]

( it's his expression that softens her, jinx can't stand the look of worry over the man's face -- especially when a man his age shouldn't fret or work as hard as he does. he is meant to relax and enjoy the simple things in life, and it's something she really wishes for him to have. his first life didn't go as planned, so this second one should be more easy-breezy for him.

but leave it to jinx to muck things up as always, and she frowns over her own selfishness. so without a word, she fishes into her pocket to reveal the familiar gemstone that used to operate all of runeterra. his daughter plops the crystal into her father's hand, then stretches over to retrieve her drinking glass again for a sip. )

[He watched her, waiting for her choice when it came to the stones. He was not disappointed with her choice, and his fingers closed over the gemstone when he felt it dropped into the palm of his hand. He brought it to himself and tucked it into the inner pocket of his vest where he considered it safe. There was only one person that he considered a risk of assaulting him openly.

Then he leaned back in his chair as he observed her continuing with her refreshment. As far as he was concerned, that was that. He would simply have to keep a closer eye on her.]

( emptying her glass, she sets it back on the table with her eyes glue to her almost vacant plate. her lips thin tightly as she contemplates if she should resume on with her silence or say what's on her mind. it's scribbled all over her face, and jinx is keeping her head down to shield it. maybe her father won't notice her inner dilemma and return back to his studies since the stone will be with her from here on out. 'yep, everything is back to normal. same as always.' that is what she wants, so why isn't she happy about it? why is her mood so damn dreary? )

...

[Her inner conflict was obvious, and he knew that she would come out with it eventually. They were rather open with each other, and he shared more with her than he did anyone else and he liked to imagine the reverse was true. Of course, he could either wait her out or poke her to tip the scale on her wanting to speak or ignore him further.]

You seem unusually quiet tonight. Is there a subject you would like to talk about?

[He decided to give a gentle verbal prodding and see what she did with it.]

( she parts her lips to speak, but only to immediately shut them close. her eyes squint to the right of her, and her fingers twitch in irritation. naturally, there's no one there to the right of them, which could only mean one thing. jinx shields her ear with her hand as she crushes her eyes tight in an attempt to block out whatever she's hearing. and when that doesn't give her any bit of relief, his daughter slams her palm against the table in hope to spook the dead, and jolt them enough from continuing. )

Shut up! — Can't I just have one conversation without you butting in all the time?! Just... go in my room, mess with my crap, be on my tablet, do whatever. Just... go!

( and she falls silent then, glaring at this "nothing" until she slumps back in her seat. his daughter blows out a sigh in exhaustion, a hand comb through her bangs, then over her slight corrupted face. it's draining to be the one to entertain both "mylo" and "claggor" whenever they get ants in their pants. and it's even more infuriating when they want to chime in discussions they have no business being a part in. but finally, the twin-braided girl straightens again and looks over to her father -- her voice low. )

How... long are you stayin' up tonight? And is it okay for me to... crash in your office? If... you're still awake?

[Silco was intimately familiar with the voices that troubled her and interrupted her thoughts. He had, in the beginning, tried to find a way to correct them, but they were a result of a tortured mind manifesting the kinds of regrets that one had to make peace with on their own. So, as he always did, he sat back in his chair and remained a constant presence for her. The voices had gotten better around him because of the trust they built over the years, yet times to stress rallied them.

A sick part of him wondered if he would join the chorus now that he was dead. What would he say? How would he instruct her? He regret for his passing was palpable at times, yet here, he remained as he was and she had never mentioned him being part of the chorus.]

Are they gone for now?

[He asked as if they were people to be banished rather than symptoms of a broken mind. He had had her explain who they were a long time ago, and they were real enough that he found his acknowledging them often focused her. That's all he needed now.]

I have a little more work to do tonight, and you are welcome to spend the night in the office if you would like. There's a spare blanket under the desk. [He kept it there for her, not him.] Would you like me to watch over you tonight so you can sleep?

( when he asked, she nods to him to confirm it. they are gone for now, but it wouldn't be the last time she will see or hear them. but with her accompanying by her father tonight, they will back off for several hours. truth be told, the boys are still shaken up when it comes to silco. "mylo" pretends to be tough as nails, but he gets anxious deep down.

collecting her dishes, jinx bobs her head again when he offers to watch over her. jinx is satisfied with her chaos filling for the day, but... it couldn't hurt to have someone in the room with her if/when her nightmares decide to disturb her. and after all, she sleeps better when there's someone within her perimeter. )

I'll get my hammock and get ready for bed.

( she says, now up on her feet, and heading off to the sink and trash to toss away the tiny scraps. )

[He nodded in return, satisfied that they were alone for the time being. It wouldn't last for more than a few hours, but in that time, perhaps she could catch a few hours of sleep and the corruption would subside more too. As far as he was concerned, his daughter would never know peace and even if she came across it, he expected she wouldn't know what to do with it other than break it.

That was the gift of her chaos.

He pushed himself back in his seat so that he could stand, folding his hands behind his back as he let her clean up. He moved away to return to his office so that he could set out the blanket for her and then eased himself back into his seat to pretend to continue working. He would watch over her until she had settled in and then allow himself to return to work.]

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