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And be my mistake, and turn out the light…

The lights practically burned through your eye sockets. The Arcane was… excruciating. And powerful. It felt like an axe had been brought down upon your skull.

You jolted forwards, pulling your eyes open, and glancing around frantically. No Jayce. No Heimerdinger. No, but where you were was strangely familiar…

You were in your old bedroom. Well, at least, you were pretty sure it was the same bedroom from before the world had gone to shit, albeit a bit different looking.The bedroom you had shared with…

“Nightmare? You haven’t had one in awhile, darling.” A groggy, raspy voice spoke up from beside you, while a hand gently rested on your back, rubbing soothing circles.

The voice you knew all too well. That you had missed dearly. The touch you had longed for during too many lonely nights.

Your entire body froze, as you stared at Silco.

He was alive. He looked healthier. He looked happier. There was more colour in his face, and his eye… his eye was not a fiery orange anymore. It was misty, and looked healed. You had completely forgotten about the splitting pain in your head. All you could do was catch your breath, studying him frantically, trying to figure out whether this was real.

“Are you okay?” Silco asked gently, concerned, blinking the sleep from his eyes.

It didn’t matter how you had gotten here. You couldn’t care less about your ‘actual’ reality now. You could deal with that later.