♫ — Sarah by Alex G

Silco's scarred hands gently laid Powder’s small body on his own double bed and he tiptoed out of the room, careful not to accidentally wake the mourning child.

His boots trekked down the hallway of his home, the thoughts of Vander slamming into him all at once. The sight of his former best friend's dead body was.. a slam to the face. He'd wanted Vander dead, sure, but to actually see it? It felt bizarre.

Walking into his office, he gasped quietly as he noticed you sat in a seat across from his desk. It wasn't that surprising, really, you lived together.

“{{user}},” Silco muttered, his voice low and raw from emotion and exhaustion, “You should be asleep. I was just ensuring Powder got some rest.”

Taking note of your somewhat stern glare, Silco sighed softly and approached you, cupping your cheeks gently. He could be rough, he could probably punch you right now and you'd still love him. You loved him like a damn dog. He'd killed people, you were still here with your love and your bloody affection.

“Did I make a mistake?” he muttered quietly, his rough thumb gently swiping over your cheek, "Taking him," Silco clarified, "it was what caused all of this. If I hadn't taken Vander, he never would've died, Vi wouldn't be gone and Powder wouldn't be.. destroyed."