𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝐶 𝐾

𝑠 𝑎 𝑐 𝑟 𝑖 𝑓 𝑖 𝑐 𝑒 𝑑

SILAS BLAMED HIMSELF for Cobra Kai's loss, and more than that, he blamed himself for everything that had gone wrong.

Ever since his breakdown, he had locked himself away, packing his things and standing in the room, surrounded by silence. He didn't bother to leave or answer any of the calls and messages that flooded his phone.

Even Tory didn't come back to the room.

But Robby and Tory were right: Silas was losing himself.

He had let Silver get into his head, and because of it, Cobra Kai lost.

Silver had once again manipulated the situation to his advantage, taking everything from Silas and leaving him utterly defeated.

Morning light seeped through the cracks in the curtains as Silas prepared to leave. He slung his and Tory's duffle bags over his shoulders, feeling the weight of his decisions and failures pressing down on him.

As he opens the door, he came to a sudden halt. Standing in front of him, ready to knock, were Kwon and Tory.

The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken words and emotions. Tory and Kwon's eyes scan Silas's face, taking in the redness of his eyes and the exhaustion etched into his features. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, his spirit visibly broken.

No words were uttered.

The weight of everything that had happened hung in the air, almost tangible. Silas stood there, feeling the judgment and concern from his friends, but also the understanding.

They knew the turmoil he was going through, the internal battle that had left him shattered.

The silence spoke volumes, conveying the depth of their shared pain and the gravity of the situation.

"I packed your things." Silas broke the silence, his eyes fixed on Tory as he handed her her bag. Each word felt heavy, like a lead weight in the air, as if he were carrying not just her belongings but the burden of their fractured friendship. "I was going to bring it down."

"Thank you." Tory smiles, her voice warm and genuine, a stark contrast to the cold despair reflected in Silas's eyes.

It was like a flicker of light in a dark room, but Silas couldn't absorb it; he was too lost in his own turmoil.

Kwon glances between them, sensing the tension that hung thick like fog, before clearing his throat to speak.

"Silas, I am sorry for what I did—." The moment Kwon spoke, Silas felt a familiar knot tighten in his stomach.

He immediately knew what Kwon was referring to. Kreese had manipulated Kwon, using him as a pawn to worm his way into Robby's mind, driving a wedge deeper between Silas and his boyfriend.

"You don't have to apologize." Silas shook his head, his voice heavy with resignation. "You had no choice. I don't blame you."

Silence fills the air, and Kwon and Tory could see the storm brewing in Silas's mind, guilt etched across his face like a tattoo he couldn't remove.

They knew he was blaming himself, even though the truth was buried under layers of manipulation and fear.

"It's not your fault." Tory says, her voice breaking through his spiraling thoughts like a lifeline thrown into turbulent waters.

"I should've been there—." Silas began.

"It's not your fault." Kwon repeats, his voice firm yet gentle, like a steady anchor in the chaos.