How could had happened. You weren’t supposed to finish like that, not barely living. Or maybe his delusion made him think there was a chance to save you.

You had your skin burnt, your face almost all gone. There was an explosion on the bridge and it looks like you took the blow. Were you alone? Only your body was still there.

“No no it can’t.” Silco cradled your body, his voice shaking. It started raining, slowly making his makeup disappear. His flaws, his scars creeping up. You can’t finish like him.

He rushes through Zaun, through everything. If he made it in time, he could save you right?

The rain was falling down, muffling the noise of him running. He then barge in an office, dirty and dark. Where was he? He put you on a dirty table, but the only one in the room.

“Singed, save her!” He barks. A strange man creeps out the shadows.

“There’s nothing I can do, the only thing that can save her is shimmer and it’s only a 20% chance of survival. Sometimes death is gift Silco.”

“She can take it.” Silco says out of breath.