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Silco walked through the back streets unnoticed by the street vendors who would have gotten word back to Vander. His hands felt clammy and empty, it bothered him enough that he stopped to lean on the wall to light up so the nervous chill stopped. The deep inhale furled his brow, letting out smoke as he continued with a grim expression.
The dim orange light of the lanes only highlighted the steam and metal pipeline as the murmur of the main street reached Silco's ears as his attention was shifted to memories of his youth. If he had been younger his meandering attention to the sales and trade would have been his reason to be here. The intersection of the lane and the entrance of the bar was well lit and a bittersweet sight to see from a dim alleyway. Silco's discarded cigarette was stomped out with a bit of anger and malice as Silco's eye began ebbing burn.
The world stops for Silco, willing for all the pain to be easily taken away by the injector. A whisper of a shaky breath as the injector went off and the rush of the shimmer distracted Silco from the pain of his memory. The change had his memories of record keeping and balancing the books for the last drop pulling him here, lost in his thoughts. The current lamenting in the alley must have been from recuperating with the doctor; it must have made him homesick for his old life he had made.
Turning his back at the scene of the in and outs of the lanes and the drunks, thinking, was his empty placement so insignificant that it continues to be unchanged. Silco slinked away, only to pause before leaving the lanes behind. Hearing children laughing and running along the roofing had sparked this future tense of his passion project. The thoughts of what's to become of zaun and it's future with piltover still looking down on them. His company would soon take root as he smoked and thought during his walk back to the warehouse.