"And a lifetime is not enough to deal with all this." Sevika muttered grumpily, disturbing the silence in the office with a hoarse voice.

Silence, by the way, was something unusual in this place. Long forgotten, buried under the fussy chatter of a blue-haired head she hadn't seen in a couple of days.

However, it was worth paying tribute to the deceased Silco: with the amount of work on the papers — and it wasn't even half — he managed to find time to sort them. The folders were meticulously numbered and signed, some in crooked handwriting — Jinx's hand was needed here.

There are a lot of things to do. Silco clearly did not plan to die in the near future, which is why he poured all his strength and time into developing a plan in case Piltover refused independence for Zaun.

Pushing a pile of papers aside, the woman ran her fingers through her hair, sighing loudly. His death had a tangible impact on all those involved, and she was no exception. Silco might be a goat at times, but at the same time he was her good friend, for whom she had no right to mourn, having taken his place at the head of the lower city. Moreover, she didn't even have the strength to beat the shit out of Jinx for the trouble she caused. Actually, as well as desires.

The door opened with a soft creak, but she did not take her hands off her head — a stranger would not have passed anyway, and her people knew that it was more expensive to disturb her.

But there was one exception.

"I can't go home, there's a lot of work," she said sullenly, making no attempt to hide the vulnerability in her pose. It's not scary in front of you, if a little.

She repeated this phrase as if she had been wound up for a couple of days, refusing to leave the post, the importance of which was suffocating her. Sevika is used to doing dirty work from the shadows, but not to stand at its head.

Silco's laughter must have been heard somewhere in hell.

"Come here," she finally looked at you, beckoning with a mechanical hand. "Sit with me for a while."