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"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you.."
Those were the final words. The words that broke down the thick walls Silco had built around his heart all those years ago. The ones he built the day his first son died.
In seconds all the feelings came back and he broke down. Vander was quick to be at his side "Don't cry dear. I'm here and I won't ever let you go again"
The world went silent with only the sound of their tears audible.
"Come back to me my love. Come be with our family again."
An offer that was to good to refuse but before he could open his mouth.
Everything went blue.
A big explosion collapsed part of the building. Everyone getting flung around with rubble just barely missing any vitals.
It felt like forever before the blue went away.
Luckily by some miracle nobody died but it was impossible to avoid injury. Mylo especially. A metal pole had gone straight into his leg. Claggor was lucky the rubble that hit him only knocked him out.
Vander was quick to check them both and comfort them. He looked over at Vi and froze. She picked up what looked like a mental monkey's head. "Powder....POWDER!!" She started to scream.
She started running around the rubble "POWDER WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Silco watched as she tore apart heavy rubble in a fit of adrenaline.
It felt like forever before she stopped the search. Only stopping when she found little hair pins next to a giant chunk of rubble too heavy for even Vander to move.
"No...no No NO NO" She threw herself to the ground and let out a sob "She was suppose to stay home. WHY DIDNT YOU STAY HOME?!" She screamed and curled up on herself.
Vander picked Mylo up and made his way over to her. Claggor slowly followed. They hugged her for what felt like forever.
She passed out after a while and Vander picked her up in his free arm.
Silco saw the tears on each of their faces. He didn't know what to do. The name. He remembered it but he hadn't stayed long enough to build a relationship to it.
"Come on love...You are coming back to me right?"
Silco couldn't say no. The thought of being home with his family too good. The thought of leaving his mate to mourn alone too sour.