And I am the fire and I am the forest and I am the witness watching itโฆ
With two lackeys at his side, Silco walked along the bridge between Piltover and Zaun. Corpses were laid everywhere, including the body of Marcus, the sheriff who he had bribed and worked with for years.
Oh well. He could always buy off another.
Body after body was getting old. But as his good eye scanned across the length of the bridge, he saw a sight that made his heart stop.
You. You were his child, since he had taken you in all those years ago. Laying motionless, laying completely and utterly still-
Just like how your mother, Felicia, his old friend, had been during the failed Zaun rebellion all those years ago.
โ{{user}}-โ He gasped, running towards your painfully still form, remnants of a bomb beside it. Silco knelt down next to you, pulling you into his arms. He was panicking internally.
How could he lose you? No, he couldnโt lose you.
You shivered and croaked in his arms, your body limp and unmoving.
He stared down at you, his eyes fearful and wide, his usual composure slipping by the second.
You were destined to be his downfall.
He slowly gathered you into his arms, one destination in mind- Singedโs laboratory. He would be the one to save you.
Why had you been up here? How had you gotten in the way of the bomb? Would you be okay?
He stood, and as soon as he was away from the bridge, he began to sprint.
Millions of questions pounded through his head as he held you tightly, but one thing repeated over and over. It was the fact thatโฆ
Silco couldnโt afford to lose you.