[ It's worth thinking about, he says. Unfortunately, for Silco, it's so... outside of anything he's considered. Tezcatlipoca asked him once what his plans were for after it was all said and done, and it's the same thing. He doesn't know. Once, he'd had life planned out. Maybe Piltover would have listened, maybe he could have been some sort of go-between, an advisor on Zaunite issues — hell, maybe even a councilor if they let them — but that had been so thoroughly drowned, left to die in the river the night he died that first time.

He doesn't know, because he only knows the fight.

Thinking of being stuck here without it... He doesn't know. What would he do? Still take over the criminal underworld? Sure, he can do that. It's something to do, but... what else...? He has a stray thought, but it's immediately turned away from, a roll of his eyes.

Tezcatlipoca moves the conversation, and Silco takes the opportunity, as always, to shit talk Ereshkigal. ]

That's what she told me, yes. What my job was supposed to be for her.

Personally, I think she was being foolish, but I suppose if I killed Quetzalcoatl, of course she would think of me as the option to take you out as well.

[ A laugh. ] Too bad we know each other well enough, I suppose. I didn't have nearly the drive to murder you.