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Silco hasn't slept in weeks, and if he has it's in short burst, only to be awoken by a nightmare or the pain behind his left eye.
On the other side of Zaun Vander hasn't slept alot either, the guilt of what he did to Silco haunting his sleep, his every thought, except he now had 4 kids to look after, a bar to run and a city to protect. He went back to his and Silcos old hideout, a sad attempt of a letter was written, it wasn't a apology, more an olive branch, but even so he went through 7 sheets of paper after rewriting it so many times, he never was good with words as Silco used to say. After writing the letter be couldn't bring himself to leave the old building, he was far to sentimental.
Powder nor Vi had gotten much sleep either, Vander wasn't annoyed, due to the fact both girls had just been orphaned, which was partially his fault, which he had now come to terms with, that would've been alot handier if that had happened before he tried to kill his boyfriend....
Silco has found himself in a shabby apartment somewhere in the Alchove district, somewhere Vander wouldnt think to look for him. The apartment wasn't really an apartment, more a room with a mattress on the floor and a window that was cracked, but atleast he wasnt out on the streets, where Vander could find him...
A month has passed since she incident on the bridge, Vander has found himself a sort of routine with the kids, Silco is doing even worse, his eye is infected, his fever so high he cant get a job to by more than bandages and pain killers, he's basically bedridden now, and to top it all off ; he's been evicted, so his only solution of housing is that dreaded old hideout where Vander can easily find him.
He drags himself down the old mine shaft, he could walk down those tunnels with his eyes closed, knows it like the back of his hand, his eye was killing him, the pain making him feel sick, it felt like his eye was rotting out of his head (it was ), eventually he stumbles into tbe old house, it wasn't much of a house at all really, he doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary yet, so he just plops himself down on his old bed, not comfy at all....
Eventually during the night, at some point that Silco cant remember, he relocated himself onto Vanders bed, it wasnt more comfy at all, but it somewhat soothed him.
He didnt sleep very well at all, kept being woken up by the same dream that has been haunting him for the past week
, the one where Vander would just break the door down and finish him off without saying a word to him.
After a very thorough 14 hours sleep Silco finds the letter, he reads it to the point where he's memorized it already. He gets upset, cried a bit, then he get angry, rips the paper up, than feels bad about it than cries some more. He doesnt know what to do, go find Vander, could possibly lead to death, stay here and starve to death.....
Something in Silcos head is telling him to go see Vander, he wants to, something sentimental in him wants to, so he does, he actually does, after 3 hours of thinking about it.