The drip drip drip of that leaking pipe was the only other sound in the room apart from the tap of Silco's feet along the floor. He paced toward his desk, reclining in the sleek leather chair.

He could feel the eyes trained on him, hiding somewhere unseen in the rafters. Hear the faint sound of breathing.

"Come out child... I don't bite"

The kid took a step out of the shadows. Then another.

Silco watched them idly, mulling various paths and conversations over in his mind. They reminded him an awful lot of himself as a kid. A ting, scrappy Zaunite. Lost and alone in the world. Abandoned by everyone and everything.

A scared, solitary child. Waiting to take the world at first chance.