When you're a kid raised in the Undercity, when you've been raised with nothing, you learn to appreciate the scraps.

That's how you were raised, with nothing, so when you suddenly had everything you could wish for.. you never complained. You'd never expected someone like Silco to find you in one of your lowest moments and take you in, but you would never complain about it —too scared of getting it taken from you.

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Sevika had already questioned Silco a few times, during late night conversations on the latter's office, about having taken in two 'strays' —as she liked to call you and Jinx. Silco always rolled his eyes at his right hand woman and dismissed her frustrations, it was true that Jinx could be a little.. unpredictable ~that was an understatement~ and unstable ~another huge understatement~ but she did the job.

Still, the woman saw it for what it was, Silco'd gotten attached.

You never complained about the fact that Jinx, older than you by a few years, always got the best of his attention. She was allowed in his office, during his meetings too, and you weren't, but you weren't about to complain.

So, of course, when you started to hear.. things —voices, whispers at the back of your head— you didn't say a word. Even if Silco had noticed the way you furrowed your eyebrows, looking over your shoulder as if checking for something, he had noticed the way you'd rely on repetitive stims like drumming your fingers or tapping your shoe.

He never mentioned it, but he couldn't ignore it anymore when he walked into your room one day and found you with an electric drill about to put it *through your ear —to shut the voices.

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Since then, you were always allowed in his office too. He was doing paperwork, pencil brushing against paper with you laying down with your head on his lap. Jinx was off wrecking havoc with her new weapons, his slim fingers running through your messy hair.

"I'm almost done" his calm, almost cold voice echoed in the room. Stoic as always.