His dreams were vicarious. Silver had known that before, which was why he hadn't described them to anyone, but now it was exceedingly clear.
After his surveillance of New Bark, his dreams became filled with trees, light, and warmth from everything around him. When Green finally made contact with her parents, a lake appeared in the scene like it'd always been there. He'd ate dinner with the family who'd loved him as waves lapped softly in the background.
Much as he adored them, he always felt guilty for those fantasies. It was as if he were robbing the lives of his friends. That might have been exactly what he was doing.
He hadn't seen meeting his family like this, sobbing in front of other people over the half-dead body of a crime boss. He hasn't seen himself being related to someone like that, but he had to admit it was fitting for what he was.
Thieves begat thieves. If he had a child…
There was no point in dwelling on that. This place was much too dangerous for someone that sick and injured, especially the father he'd finally reunited with.
Silver sent him to a safe house with his Usaring. He'd be well cared for until they could be reunited.
With the way the battle looked, he'd be there in an hour or two.