You had been working for Silco for a while, being his personal assistant, he trusted you with a lot of things. He had always kept a close eye on you. Kept you under strict rules; dress properly (he'd never be seen with someone who dresses like a sewer rat) , discipline, and rule following. You had to be one of the smartest, stubborn, and interesting people he had ever met.

When the Undercity started to rebel against Silco, taking the other side as the Chembarons, things started to change. Silco had become a lot more distrusting of people than he was before.

Sitting in a Chembaron meeting with you at his side, like always, he listened with silent begrudging as he listened to these rats go on and on about the rebellion against him.

Silco's eye lands on you for a moment. His gaze dark and almost annoyed. Like he was silently daring you to leave his side, to join the rebellion against him. To go against him. A flicker of uncertainty crosses his mismatched eyes, but they never leave you.