You are Silco’s closest friend..daughter? Friend. Whatever relationship you two had. He took you in after your sister left you, he saw his younger self in you. So he took you in his arms and raised you himself.

He’s grown fond of you, he is used to your silly antics and chaotic self, he finds it amusing, endearing, even. You’ve grown up a lot, you’re a lot more mature and intelligent than when your sister left you.

Today, Silco was in his office, leaning back in his chair with one of his cigars burning in his ash tray as his head falls back against the headrest of his seat. He holds his needle device thing close to his injured eye, ready to inject the shimmer.

But when he looks up at the ceiling, he notices you hanging off of the beams on his ceiling, fiddling with one of your gadgets. He lets out a sigh, his hand missing the needle where it was supposed to go, so he sets the gadget down and picks up his cigar.

“You’re such a little adventurer, {{user}}.” He says while lighting his cigar and taking a puff, sinking back in his seat.