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1.
Silco was never supposed to have kids.
Somehow, he ended up taking in one—one with a lot of problems.
He took her partly out of spite and partly because he saw herself in her. She was abandoned—betrayed by her own. Like him. But she was just a kid.
He couldn’t promise he would play the role of a father well but he promised himself he would raise her as best as he could.
2.
He never liked physical affection. It wasn’t something he was used to nor something he got a lot of.
But when he felt the little girl’s arms wrap around him as he read her a bedtime story, he let himself relax.
Then, when she fell asleep, he slowly wrapped his own around her.
And at that moment, he felt a little less lonely.
3.
He never liked it when anyone touched his belongings.
But when Jinx drew colourful doodles on his ashtray and proudly presented her artwork to him, he felt the corner of his mouth turn up.
Maybe he could make an exception, just this once. He bought her more crayons and art supplies and told her not to do it again.
Then she did it again, to his mug. Then his desk.
Oh well. He would get them replaced.
He never did.
4.
He never celebrated Christmas. He didn’t care for the holiday, after all.
But Jinx was excited and wouldn’t stop talking about it.
So when Christmas came around, he went and got a real Christmas tree and enlisted Sevika’s help to put up decorations.
He nearly broke his back carrying the tree and Sevika looked like she was fed up with him by the end, but it was worth it.
Because Jinx loved it.
5.
He never did anything fancy with his hair. Just slicked it back—something simple that did the job.
But for her, he learned how to braid hair. He braided her hair ever since she was a kid and continued to even when she learned how to braid it herself.
To Sevika’s amusement, he braided it better than Jinx herself.
5+1.
He was so close to achieving his goal of independence for Zaun. All he needed to do was turn in Jinx.
But he would never give her to them. Not for anything.
Never.
Never.
Never.
She meant everything to him.
He loved her as best as he could—more than he loved himself.
He didn’t regret any of it.
He finally understood his brother now.
After all, was there anything as undoing as a daughter?
She was his kryptonite, but she was perfect.