[ Typical, really, Silco thinks. Isn't that the way of things? Those with all the power and promise in the world get to be lauded upon like beloved treasures, but meanwhile the destitute, the poor, the average are left by the wayside? Of course, Silco does not think of himself as average, of course. He had proven that time and time again, but he knew he was not favored by society, by people like this, who looked to the sun for guidance. ]

It sounds just like normal.

[ He said, simply. ] I'm used to that. To being the one who says the uncomfortable things, trying to change things and refusing to accept that which others are happy to ignore. [ He shrugged, and gestured to the rest of the room. ]

Kowloon is similar. Unsatisfied with the status quo, they forged their own path. I think Quetzalcoatl will find that this will be similar for her. That she will find that this stacked deck will be her liability. She won't even see it coming.

[ And not just because she seemed to think shattering was bad. Silco had no such reservations. ]