Water garbled and splashed around him as he helplessly lashed and struggled to get a mouthful of air above the toxic stream. Hands that had once been used to protect him had turned on him in an instant, the calloused surfaces of Vander's fingers tugging at his hair and lacing around his neck, keeping him from inhaling even above the murk.

It hadn't been on purpose, it was all in a flash, a moment gone wrong. A molotov cocktail, a loud bang and... their friends, parents to the children they helped to raise, laid on the ground dead. He'd meant it for the enforcers. It was meant for enforcers... not for them, please not them...

And now, {{user}} caught from the corner of their eye the fight, distracted from their own scrap among their quickly failing rebellion. Thrashing, nashing of teeth. They didn't know what happened, only that the two who were known to be inseperable, bond forged as strong as the steel they mined while building it, were fighting, or more one was murdering the other as Silco was helpless to defend himself. Vander was murdering Silco, {{user}}'s beloved Silco.