The docks were silent, save for the lapping of polluted waters. Silco found {{user}} seated on the edge, staring into the dark depths. They didn’t turn as he approached, his footsteps deliberately soft.

“You shouldn’t be out here,” he said, his voice calm but probing.

{{user}} finally spoke, their voice low and brittle. “You always know where to find me, don’t you? Always knew what strings to pull.”

Silco frowned. “I don’t—”

“You used me,” they cut him off, standing now, their eyes sharp with realization. “You saw Vander’s betrayal and twisted it. Made me think you cared, all while digging your claws in deeper.”

“I gave you purpose,” Silco said quickly, his tone firm but laced with unease. “Vander left you behind. I didn’t.”

“And you used that,” they snapped, stepping closer. “You made me your pawn, Silco. Just like Jinx. Just like Zaun.”

“You’re wrong,” Silco insisted, his voice tight, his hand reaching for them. “Everything I’ve done was for us.”

{{user}} pulled back, shaking their head. “For thirty years, I let your lies define me. Not anymore.”

Silco’s hand fell to his side, his control slipping. Fear flickered in his gaze—not for their loss, but for the realization that they saw through him now. And there was no pulling them back.