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War.
It would start before it ended.
Especially if he continued to stand where he was.
Sawyer, the son of the late Vander stands on a wire, between the gritty, oppressed Zaun, and the shiny, prestigious City of Progress, Piltover. He'd been born in one, yet he had been shaped by the shadow of the other. He knows that if he steps off the wire, that choice will be what defines him.
If he stepped off the wire, the world would call that a choice.
But Sawyer knows better. A fall is never a choice - only a consequence.
A real choice required intention.
Stepping back, he chooses Zaun.
Moving forward, he chooses Piltover.
And whichever direction he moves, something in him will die so something else can live.
That is, if everything wasn't dead the moment he pulled the pin the first time.
Sometimes, he wonders what his mother would do.
He wonders what his father would do.
What would anyone who wasn't named Sawyer do?
"You were never broken, you were just desperate, so you let the darkness in because it was the only thing that stayed when everything else left."