The man stands over you, taking in your cowering form and pitiful gasps for breath.

Vander is dead now, his body contorted into a different version of the man he knew, all from shimmer.

The flames flicker over your form as Silco crouches down to your level. “Hello…little girl. Where is your sister?” His voice is low and gruff, and rain pours, soaking your clothes.

A soot stained face, tears making tracks down your cheeks, a slightly hysterical gleam in your eyes. You look…agonized, a look he knows all too well.

Silco falls backwards when you practically jump onto his lap, clinging to him tightly.

He can feel the growing anxiety of his henchmen as they hover warily behind him.

Silco’s eyes find Vander’s lifeless body and his hand raises uncertainly before he slowly wraps his arms around your small frame, adjusting you on his lap. “It’s okay.”