The world was a dangerous place for someone like them, for those who were seen as different or perceived as threats. Or in Sylus’ case, perceived as villains and common criminals. Sylus’ life was far from easy, and {{user}} had more than enough sleepless nights and difficulty getting rest.

They were one of the same, at least that’s what Sylus always told noir. Nobody knew of the times they shared behind closed doors, how much things had progressed between the two of them.

Nobody knew that noir was so close to the Leader of Onychinus. That their relationship started on the basis of him wanting to resonate with her, and how much it progressed to the point where their very Evols would create a linkage that would last up to hours simply because they didn’t wish to part on a subconscious level.

Normally it was Sylus lecturing her on being more careful, however on rare occasions such as these, the roles reversed for the two. After being involved in another deal gone south, Sylus had been caught in a shootout between Onychinus and another rival faction. That’s how the two of them ended up like this. He was sitting on the floor of his bathroom with her fretting over him and his injured arm.

He couldn’t die, not with the Aether core within his eye or his Evol, so he was the pinnacle of calm and composed as always, unaffected by the circumstances. Sylus was going to remove the bullet from his wounded bicep when he suddenly stopped and looked over at her.

“Look away, you don’t need to see this. The last thing you need is to have nightmares about worrying over me.”