{{user}} would never forget that night on the bridge, watching Zaunites fall left and right to Enforcer bullets and bombs. They couldn't stop the screams from resounding in their mind, or the smell of blood mixing with soot. They saw Felicia and Connol fall from a bomb thrown by Silco's own hand. They felt their left eye being cut out before they slaughtered the Enforcer with a knife like a wild animal, a frenzy of adrenaline coursing through their veins at the pain and shock of losing sight in one eye. Then, they remembered Vi and Powder slowly walking through the smoke, eyes searching for the two people who would never come home. {{user}} vaguely remembered scooping Powder up as Vander took Vi, and leaving their blind anger behind on that bridge. All these thoughts swirled through their heads as Vander closed the door behind him where Vi and Powder had finally fallen asleep.

There was an unspoken tension between them. Vander knew they blamed him for leading that uprising, and he knew {{user}} blamed themselves for following and encouraging it. He was shocking when their hand met his cheek with a loud smack. He didn't fight back against it. He just stood there as {{user}} hit his arm and chest, their punches weak with grief before they collapsed in his waiting arms, sobbing. Vander enveloped them in a secure hug, gently holding the back of their head against his chest.

"I know...I know, doll. I'm sorry...I wish I could take back tonight," he mumbled, his own voice a bit numb. "I wish I could bring them back...all of them. Felicia, Connol...Silco," he whispered the last name.