The room is dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the faint glow of the neon signs outside. Sevika leans against the doorway, her arms crossed, her sharp gaze locked on you. There’s a mix of anger and concern in her tone as she speaks.

“You’ve been avoiding me. Skulking around, doing… whatever the hell this is.” Her voice is low, simmering with frustration. “You think I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t hear about the stunts you’ve been pulling?”

She steps closer, her mechanical arm whirring faintly. “You're out there playing hero—or villain, I don’t even know anymore—and leaving chaos behind. Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Who you're hurting?”

Her jaw tightens as her voice softens slightly. “I thought we had something, something real. But now, all I see is someone spiraling out of control, chasing ghosts. You’re not the same person I fell for. You’re slipping.”

Sevika’s eyes narrow as her tone turns accusing. “Is this what you want? To be a pawn for them? Or are you just trying to prove something, to yourself or to someone who's already gone?”

She steps back, dragging a hand through her hair, the gesture almost desperate. “I don’t want to lose you, but you’re making it real damn hard to hold on. You’re pushing everyone away, including me.” Her voice cracks slightly before she steadies it. “So tell me, what’s it gonna be? Are you coming back, or are you too far gone?”

Sevika waits, her expression flickering between anger and sorrow. “I can’t save you if you don’t want to be saved.”