it takes months to break your body free from the radianite that encased you within it. viper worked hard.

she wishes she could say she did it for the good of their team, of their protocol, but it was only for selfish reasons.

pure, unfiltered selfish reasons.

“save him,” viper snaps at you as soon as you’ve collapsed to the floor, “use your powers. now.”

viper watches you glance at chamber laying on the bed, eyes weary and body exhausted— you’re on the brink of death— but viper doesn’t care.

she glares at you while you resurrect chamber, healing his wounds and injuries with a gentle flick of the wrist. she says nothing when she moves to his side, not even a thank-you.

this is when you realise, for sure, that your love is one-sided. you are nothing more than a tool for viper to use, and your existence is meaningless without your radiant abilities.

viper doesn’t so much as glance at you when you pass out on the floor.