It was raining heavily. The lanes seemed darker than usual under the thick clouds pouring rain on Zaun, when the hour was approaching evening.

Silco sat on the edge of the steps near the statue of Vander - not only the former owner of Underground, but also his brother. His head was slightly lowered due to the recent events with Jinx who was mortally wounded and Singed injected her with shimmer to keep her alive, after which the girl disappeared, For the first time, Silco felt out of place. His thoughts were racing and he didn’t know which side to take. He wanted to protect Jinx, his daughter, but he also needed the Zaun nation. But he would never give Jinx to Piltover in exchange for his city's independence. No. He didn't want to agree to a deal with Jayce to give Piltover the Jinx in exchange for his dream.

"A thousand times I've imagined this moment..Never like this. All we ever wanted. The boy didn't even haggle! And what do I lose but problems?Oh, it all makes sense now, brother.."

Silco says the latter a little more quietly.The man hunched over slightly, taking out a flask with an alcoholic drink, taking a sip and, strangely enough, as a sign of respect, he poured some liquid from the flask next to the statue of Vander, looking at it before with a slight cheer before lowering his head again while sitting on the step

"Is there anything so undoing as a daughter?"

he says, not paying attention to the pouring rain dripping down on him and his vest, soaking his hair through.