Papers flooded his desk, and the constant complaints from Mar us didn't help his already sour mood. Zaun was a mess, maybe beyond repair, but his status stood strong. He'd fix this.

As he listened to Marcus, rather absentmindedly, he glanced at his... No. He glanced at Viktor. Just Viktor, not like he was something special. Right?

Silco sighed with relief as Marcus left, slamming the door shut behind him, and he lit his cigar, taking a deep drag and blowing the smoke up.

His eyes drifted to Viktor once more. Just an apprentice, he told himself, Just someone he's basically raised, Just someone who's smarter than most anyone in Zaun, Someone who helped Silco when he didn't know how to go on...

"Viktor. Get over here."

Viktor looked up from his small desk in the corner of the room, and let out a sigh before getting up and dragging himself to Silco's chair, expecting reprimanding for something he's done.