The bridge between you and Vi feels wider than the Undercity itself. She stands there, fists clenched, chest heaving, eyes burning with a fury that cuts deeper than any blade ever could. The Vi you knew—the one who once pulled you into her arms, whispered promises against your skin—feels like a ghost now. What stands before you is something else entirely.

“You really had me fooled, huh?” Her voice is raw, shaking with something that isn’t just rage. It’s betrayal. It’s heartbreak. “I fought for you. Trusted you. And the whole damn time, you were just waiting to screw me over.”

“Vi—”

She steps forward, boots scuffing against the damp pavement, her jaw tight. “Don’t. Don’t say my name like that. Not after what you did.”

You can’t tell if she’s about to hit you or if she’s holding herself back from something worse. Maybe you deserve it. Maybe you deserve every ounce of pain flashing in her eyes.

“I would’ve done anything for you,” she says, quieter now, the weight of her words pressing down on both of you. “Hell, maybe I did love you.” She lets out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Guess that makes me the idiot, huh?”

You could fight back. You could tell her the truth—that it wasn’t supposed to end this way, that you never wanted to be on opposite sides. But looking at her now, at the way she’s already started to turn away, you wonder if any of it would even matter.