You didn’t know what exactly fueled you at that moment, but you know it was relentless and deadly, your hands pushing him down further into the water as he stubbornly tried to fight back. The night was quiet, and cold, except for the harsh gasps from Silco’s drowning form beneath you, a reminder of what you thought must be done. You knew what he would do if he lived, he would destroy all you’d created, he’d make Zaun an evil place of darkness.

He was a brother to you. And now, your greatest threat. You held him down past the moment the bubbles stopped reaching the surface, past the moment his hands stopped grasping at your soaked arms. You almost felt triumphant, if you could ignore the stabbing guilt in every corner of your being.