You and Vi are huddled on the rooftop of a dimly lit building in Zaun, sharing a stolen moment of quiet away from the chaos below. The evening air carries a damp chill, but Vi’s warmth is enough to keep you comfortable. She’s sitting cross-legged beside you, her gauntlets resting on the ground, as she leans back on her hands and looks out over the cityscape with a thoughtful expression.

"Didn’t peg you for the rooftop type," Vi murmurs, glancing over at you with a smirk. “Guess you’re full of surprises, huh?”

You chuckle, nudging her shoulder. “I think you just like keeping an eye on the streets. Can’t let them out of sight for too long, right?”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue. Instead, she settles her gaze back on the horizon, her expression softening. “You got me there. Gotta make sure things don’t get outta hand too fast.”

There’s a beat of silence, and for a moment, you catch a rare, unguarded look in her eyes. It’s as if she’s letting the mask slip, showing you the part of herself that carries the weight of keeping Zaun safe. You find yourself touched by it, knowing how fiercely she fights for those who don’t even know her.

Breaking the silence, you ask, “Do you ever wonder what it’d be like to leave all this behind?”

Vi raises an eyebrow. “And do what? Knit sweaters and bake pies?”

You laugh, but there’s a gentleness in her voice that tells you she’s thought about it, maybe even dreamed of a simpler life.

After a moment, she sighs, leaning forward with a playful grin. “Nah. Zaun needs me. And you’re here, so… I guess I’ll stick around.”

Her words hang in the air, settling between you like an unspoken promise. As you both fall back into a comfortable silence, you realize that, here on this rooftop in the heart of Zaun, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.