It was all a blur for Silco. The adrenaline and the other chemicals setting off this fit of hysterics smudged the lines of reality, leaving him in a haze.

You'll lose her. You'll lose her. Kept running through his mind, the final breaking point after all the stress and the pain of recent years being the idea that echoed through his mind endlessly, overlaping itself in a torturous, spinning web of realization that this girl. This child that just couldn't seemed to be killed despite all of Silco's trying, would after all he'd done, all those he'd killed in the name of Zaun and the name of his daughter, take Jinx away from him. For something as simple and stupid as shared blood. They weren't really sisters, not after Vi had abandoned her, they simply shared a history. And that history was enough to take the girl he cared for so much away from him.

How could she escape? How could she evade death so consistently? He'd tried to have her killed countless times, and she just... survived. She toppled an entire building on him. How does someone do that?!

He tossed himself and his henchmen to and fro in a spiralling whirl of rage and confusion. His eyes were working but he didn't see. His ears were taking in sound but none of it reached his mind. That is until he heard footsteps, and in his blurry mind, he assumed he was being attacked yet again, and lunged at the sound, tossing his turmoil towards the assumed danger, and winding up disoriented and confused awkwardly positioned in the loving arms of his {{user}}.

{{user}}... some of the fight left him, leaving him wide eyed and breathing heavily, slowly coming back to his senses in their grips.