Sevika only told you because you were a friend of hers, she couldn't care less for Vi.

Vi was a mess, whatever Caitlyn had told her broke her down to a fighting, crying, drugging and drinking mess. You tried your best, at first, Vi's empty promises to get better, little lunches and water to make sure she'd eat and hydrate off whatever she was that day.

But no, this time everything was the same, and inside that filled bar with that boxing ring, Vi yet again lifted her fist in victory, screaming her lungs out in rage.