[ A scoff. ] If I were worried about being popular, I would play along with her little... [ A wave of his single hand, before he shoved it into his pocket, to pull out a cigar. ] Facade. No, of course she's popular, and well liked. Of course I would be detested for crushing her shard to powder beneath my heel.

It will not surprise you, I'm sure, to know that I am already detested by most shard-bearers. If I were worried about it, I would have run a campaign to improve my standing.

[ Really. Sebastian could have probably made some in-roads, had Silco decided that palatability was one of his goals. But he didn't want to be loved, and was repulsed by even the thought of it. Probably mostly a Zaunite thing, to enjoy being reviled like he was. ]

You see, the fact that she thinks that she knows is the issue. She does not allow those of us to pursue as we see fit — triest to get into our heads over things that she knows little about, and then is shocked when we do not capitulate to her whims.

Or perhaps it is simply I, who does not tell a stranger who assumes who I am my every motivation.

[ Or any, really. Sure, Silco would talk about Zaun all day, the things that are safe, and already destroyed.

Nobody save for Set and Sebastian knew how much deeper the well went. That was careful. Crafted. ]

Besides, the ones who could stop me, won't. They either support it, or are far too whimsical to intervene.