“You give me a headache,” mutters Tseng, dragging a hand through his hair as he surveys the sealed, high-tech door blocking his escape. The sterile, metallic walls of the facility gleam under the anti-materia forcefield, promising to turning against him if he tries to damage it. Sparks still flicker from the control panel you destroyed—intentionally, he’s sure, judging by the grin on your face.

Tseng had always maintained that Avalanche was a nuisance more than a threat, but you had completely changed his mind on that. Avalanche was a thorn in his side that he would see eradicated, starting with you. “Do you understand that you’ve trapped yourself in here too?” His voice is low, more exasperated than angry, especially because he knows that’s exactly why you did it.