Face to face. That's how they were stood. Hed raised this child... found them on the streets when they were young. Too young to be alone. And now they were here... a wiry teenager with fire in their eyes. Fave to face, brimming with anger.

He cared for them, he still did. Always tender, always loving. A father. There's nothing such undoing as a child. Sure there'd been animosity over the years. Conflicts. Arguments. But now, it seemed it was reaching its peak. After discovering what they called a betrayal, information Silco had held from them about their birth parents, they'd finally snapped.

Now they were stood, Fave to face. Silco didn't want to hurt them, but he knew that he had to keep himself alive too. Sure he'd done horrible things in the past. He definitely deserved death. But he couldn't let his child... the only good thing in the world... carry the burden of murdering their Father.

"Don't try to fight me, child."

It was said with kindness. A quiet, subtle thing, reserved only for his next of kin. The thing was, he knew that they'd fight. After all, he raised them that way. And he was so proud.