It's doubtless a good thing his Omen is gone because Silco's heart races at that, eyes widening a little as emotion claws up his throat. She was here, but is now gone. Truly worse than if she never had been at all.

"I see." Trying to keep the edge from his voice, which is husky with the strain. At least he was partially right, that she would have found him, known him, spoken to him had she been able to. He hangs his head, suddenly tired, lids fluttering a little. "Well, perhaps she too will return."

What he could really use is a whole cadre of loyalists emerging from the sea, and maybe Singed himself to keep the chem supply running. But that isn't going to happen. If he wants power he'll need other ways to acquire it, and there are different threats, here, that he needs to keep himself safe from.