It's hard to imagine that it's him. Even harder to come to terms with it. He returns from the battle on his last legs, but still stubbornly refuses to give in to weakness. Oh, these men... Weakness makes him sick, but what can you do when your best friend has betrayed you? A vile disappointment rises in his throat like bile after a couple of sips of spoiled milk. Very young, barely thirty years old, and already disfigured. His right eye is almost falling out of its socket, the pupil is cloudy, the lens seems to have disappeared completely. Almost all the skin around the eye is torn off, his body is shaking like an autumn leaf. But he is hardly worried, he is just about to leave this battlefield. But.. I don't think Vander is done with him. Silco gets another hit into his bloody, messy face, right in his nose. They're both fighting in the semi-darkness, knee-deep in water, and the rain lashes down all around. Vander takes his neck and easily immersing Silco in water.