This whole thing had ended in disaster. Silco couldn't deny that. He'd lost his headquarters, a large portion of his Shimmer production, and his plan, all in one go. Many of his men, as well, and his right-hand enforcer was sorely injured. He had, it's true, entertained the possibility of this ending... poorly, but, well, this had exceeded expectations.

And yet, there was victory, too. Vander was dead. Zaun... Zaun was his. This was an eventuality he had planned for, and really? It solved the 'headquarters' problem. He had as much claim to The Last Drop as Vander ever had, did he not? They had shared the old bar, once. Really, it would be like going home.

The rest of the night, though? A disaster. Vander's girl had been more of a force than even he had prepared for - but it was that explosion that had really done it all in. Where had that come from? He'd sort that out later. He'd planned - hoped - to come out of this with Vander, or perhaps that girl, and a force ready to move on Piltover within the month. Instead...

Well. He'd still gotten a girl. He glances down, again, at the small child he was carrying, as he led the trudge through the Lanes towards The Last Drop. An unplanned variable. He'd thought the eldest of Vander's children may be his prize tonight, but...

Silco had seen it in the little one's eyes; heard it in her voice. The pain, the betrayal. Struck down by the person one trusted most; abandoned; cast aside. Kindred spirits, she and he, alike in experience. And so he had embraced her, and made a decision.

Tonight had been a disaster. His prize for his efforts had taken the form of a lonely child. And he had made a choice. And now? He was carrying his child home. Had it been like this for Vander, he wondered, idly? A thought for another time.

He steps through the doors into the old bar, and considers next moves. There's much to be done - wounds to lick, plans to be made, a nation to build. But first? To care for the child, he supposes, and see to his - their - new home.