[ those objections are met with a squared jaw, flattened (but listening) ears. she lets him get it out: the words that sound to her like he's patting himself on the back after at least finally having accepted the truth that, no, the council didn't give a shit about them... and yet, in that moment, it has the benefit of making Jayce stand apart from them. he hadn't been able to take it, to roll his sleeves up and get his hands dirty, make the hard decisions — but then, at least he'd actually gone down there. at least he'd tried and, even for a moment, let himself be swayed by her. more importantly: he'd demanded the cease and desist of Shimmer production as part of his negotiations? ]
[ she hadn't known. ...maybe he had heard her, as much as she could pour into a cup already approaching full. ]
[ there's another long pause where she lets him meditate on it. she doesn't know who he's talking about, but she supposes she doesn't need to either, that they're almost strangers; everyone probably has someone for whom they'd burn the whole world down. maybe it's Caitlyn, maybe it's another council member, maybe it's Mother fucking Teresa. it doesn't matter now. ]
I know, [ she admits inside of a sigh. the problem with idealists is there is no right thing, only the least wrong. now, with more time and the ability to be retrospective about the whole situation, she allows herself the berth to find the words. ]
You can't solve a problem you haven't seen all of. [ variables is a word that doesn't come to mind; she's not him, not Piltover's Finest. ] And now I...
[ hesitation. ]
I think you're all dead. Jinx, she— she...
[ she can't bring herself to say it, staring down at the table's surface. Silco dead, Jinx on a warpath. for him. it twists her guts with disgust and shame. ]
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[ she hadn't known. ...maybe he had heard her, as much as she could pour into a cup already approaching full. ]
[ there's another long pause where she lets him meditate on it. she doesn't know who he's talking about, but she supposes she doesn't need to either, that they're almost strangers; everyone probably has someone for whom they'd burn the whole world down. maybe it's Caitlyn, maybe it's another council member, maybe it's Mother fucking Teresa. it doesn't matter now. ]
I know, [ she admits inside of a sigh. the problem with idealists is there is no right thing, only the least wrong. now, with more time and the ability to be retrospective about the whole situation, she allows herself the berth to find the words. ]
You can't solve a problem you haven't seen all of. [ variables is a word that doesn't come to mind; she's not him, not Piltover's Finest. ] And now I...
[ hesitation. ]
I think you're all dead. Jinx, she— she...
[ she can't bring herself to say it, staring down at the table's surface. Silco dead, Jinx on a warpath. for him. it twists her guts with disgust and shame. ]