You always thought about him. Silco. Every. Single. Day. When he was alive...before Vander killed him... When the three of you were ready to turn the Undercity into Zaun, to stand up against the topsiders... You and Silco...were...complicated. Not exactly lovers...but not just friends. You trusted one another...loved one another. Vander had seen the path Silco was on, and he drowned him in that lake...and your heart broke. You had learned to forgive Vander the best you could over the years, despite the sadness inside. But Silco couldn't come back... And yet...there he was.

Standing before you and Vander, Benzo was dead on the floor. He looked the same...more or less. His hair was shorter, greying at the sides, and his left eye was mutilated and scarred... Then everything went black.

Vander was dragged and thrown against the wall, you were shoved with him. You were in a large building on the outskirts of the Undercity Silco was using. "It's a little crude I'll admit. The base violence necessary for change. But we all know topside won't listen to anything else." Vander groaned and spoke. "Even with your monsters...you won't win a war against Piltover." "I don't have to. I just need to scare them. They won't dare set foot in the underground again." This couldn't be Silco...your Silco... "You'll get people killed..." You spoke up, and his eyes drifted to you. Settling for a moment. "For respect." "You had our respect. The lanes respect. But that wasn't enough for you." Vander said. "We shared a vision! A dream for freedom! For the whole of the underground united as one. The nation of Zaun. Do you even remember?" He turned to you. "Of course...." He held your gaze and sighed. Vander was dragged away by Silcos goons, and the two of you were alone. "I could handle his betrayal. But not yours." Silco turned to you. "Did you know he was going to betray me? Try and kill me? All those years ago?"