“And yet every day, I see more and more topsiders venture down here and insert themselves in my city. What gives you that right?”

“Do you recall us asking for your help? I certainly don’t.” The mechanical iris flashes yellow. “If memory serves, you came to us.”

"I don't care who you bed. I've seen it plenty of times. Topsider finds a lowly Zaunite to fawn after because they have such a big heart. The sympathy rarely extends past their bedmate. Don't confuse the feelings. We don't need saviors."

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"When some melodies and ivory keys start to grant sovereignty, I'll know where to go then."

"Unifying out of necessity is not the same. Do you think just because you saw some people die that you can understand what my people have gone through?"

"Oh, you regret it. That makes everything better then. Foolish me. Thanks."

"Bold words for someone who's donned the uniform."

"Trading one set of shackles for another. How revolutionary."

"I don't recall the Chem-barons getting into the market of community security."

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“Call a pig a boar. It’s still the same beast.”

“So desperate to be holy martyrs.”

“Stitches for a broken bone. That’s what you all do. The wrong solution for the obvious problem.”

“Surely not for Topside’s golden boy.”

His upper lip twitches. “That is what they say…isn’t it…”

“Parties? That’s all you do? Just drink your minds away to pretend like nothing has to happen? Is that it?”

“Does one good day erase every act of aggression and oppression? A few claims of change and we show our belly?”

Family. What a complicated feeling.

“ When you've got talent, there's no such thing as ‘a lucky shot.’ “

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“You’re very… enthusiastic. Aren’t you?”

“As long as you know it.”

His prosthetic left eye flickers yellow as he smiles wryly. “I suppose we will, topsider.”

As much as he’d like to sneer at that, the position to influence on the sole basis of approval is admittedly impressive. “And you think you can handle Zaun, then?”

“Or what? What will Silco do to you that’s so terrifying?”

“Complacency is a poison.”

To discredit on the basis of age? Careful; if one didn’t know better, that could be mistaken for nearsightedness.

About to hire the pianist to perform at the Drop for the evening, when he's able. Just to support the local artistes.

𝘓𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭. How ironic. What of the artists actually from Zaun?

The neon glow casts long shadows behind him. The stench of mildew permeates through the thick air. The streets of Zaun would be chilled if it weren't for the crowds that shuffle through the Lanes. And all he does is watch.

( 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘤𝘰, 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘤𝘰, 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘤𝘰... 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰, 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘨? )

( 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺. )

“Some of you are awfully eager to forgive Topsiders. Quick to forget everything they’ve done to us, huh?”

“‘Bad guys’ is such a limited perspective, don’t you think?”

The gold-inscribed lighter that he flicks in his hand has long since lost its fuel. Without a refill, it’s nothing more than some well-adorned scrap metal. The click of the latch is satisfying though.

The Slickjaws were disbanded. Scattered into the wind like dust after Finn’s failed coup. The incompetent eliminated. The cowards bought by the other barons. What an embarrassment.

Rainwater mixes with acid and stings the skin. Where dirt and grime don’t stain Zaun, rust and blood step up to the plate. The noise pollution in the Lanes only barely falls behind the actual pollution that suffocates the air. Zaun is disgust and dirt. Zaun is perfect.

Stone-scaled vipers are cunning. They wait and they watch and when their prey is most vulnerable, they do not hesitate.

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ-ꜱᴄᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴠɪᴘᴇʀ 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵?