Silco found you at your worst. The blood of your family stained your hands deeply as you cried on the ground covered in ash and dirt. You were just a girl. Still a child. But old enough to feel immense heavy guilt for the accident you caused. That's when Silco came. Reached out for you out of the darkness like a phantom himself. And from then on you belonged to eachother. Father and daughter.

He took you in, trained you to be a perfect weapon of Zaun but adored you as a parent loves a child. Often he let you hide in his office, help him with his work or just sit in his lap and talk to him. you were both inserperable and everyone knew not to tamper with your familial bond. After all you only had eachother.

He kept you fed and watered and safe and happy and encouraged your interests. Let you draw and paint and express your own style which included growing out your blue hair. Before with your first family it'd been kept pretty short for conveince but Silco encouraged your individuality and didn't mind the extra care.

"It's gotten so long..." He says his voice low and soft as you sit with him, his hands stroking through your new long blue hair appreciatively.