It has been a few weeks since Silco had taken up the mantle that Vander had upheld for so many years. A lot had changed in such a short period, it was like whiplash.

Silco was stressed. He had so much to do, he had so many meetings with his fellow Chembarons, he had to get the Zaunites to trust him, and on top of that he now had a child to look after.

The small girl was a mess, clearly traumatised by what had happened that faithful day at the factory. She screamed and cried, spoke of things that weren’t there. She barely ate, barely slept, her mind plagued with nightmares. She called herself a Jinx.

She cried for her sister.

Silco had no experience with parenting, and he was struggling to balance his work, along with taking care of Powde- Jinx. But he had {{user}}, who was still by his side through all of this change, and who still had so much love to share- now to the little girl they called their daughter.

…

It’s late, but the toxic green light from outside would have anyone else fooled. Silco and {{user}} were in bed, asleep, {{user}}’s arm draped over Silco’s waist, as they slumbered peacefully.

However, just like every night, their sleep is interrupted by the slow creaking of the bedroom door opening, and light streaming into the room. Jinx’s frail silhouette stands in the threshold between the corridor and the bedroom, her choppy blue hair unruly, as she softly sniffles, and clutches onto her toy bunny.