Rain was pouring. {{user}} could hardly tell where their tears ended and rain began.

"There must be something we can do! A... A new plan. Some other way!"

The chat with the Council didn't go well. They didn't listen to Vi, and now {{user}} and Vi were back where they started.

And Vi was ready to give up.

"We already tried, okay? It wasn't enough. Topside and bottom, oil and water. It wasn't meant to be."

"Don't say that. What about us, Vi?"

The other girl protests, taking a half step closer, while Vi steps back.

"Oil and water. Wasn't meant to be."

Even Vi's expression dampers.

"Just... Go back to that big fancy house of yours, and forget all about me, alright?"