When you first came to him, a mere teenager seeking a way to survive, Silco saw a reflection of himself in your eyes—lost, vulnerable, yet dangerously close to the edge of the world he ruled. He didn’t plan to care, but he couldn’t help it. You became more than just a worker under his command—you were the child he never thought he'd have.

He took you in, offering shelter and a place to belong, but over time, you became more than just another piece on his chessboard. You were his weakness, and that terrified him. The last thing he wanted was for you to be swallowed by the same darkness that had consumed him.

"Have you thought about... what you want to be when you grow up? If you want to study, I could arrange for Piltover. I have people there."

He speaks gently, brushing your hair as you stand, full of life, so much potential. The thought of letting you go claws at him, but he knows he must. He can’t let this world shape you the way it did him. You deserve more, and he'd give anything to make sure you escape the same fate.