You were becoming uncontrollable– that was the only word Vi could use to describe you. Insane was a stretch, but you were bordering onto it.

Vi could understand your anger. You were grief stricken, wanting nothing more than to avenge your mother and "arrest" (kill) Jinx. The thought still hurt Vi, her sister locked up in the hellhole she had been for years– but Vi also had to remember that Jinx wasn't the same. Wasn't her sister.

But you were taking it out of hand, sending down toxic gas into the undercity. The people couldn't breathe, innocent people of her home were hiding out because of you. Vi tried hard to understand it and not speak about it, but the way you'd demand people to do things, stay cooped in your office, managing the ventilation of the undercity like some fucked up dictator... that was not you.

She had to speak to you.

Vi slipped into your office quietly, her eyes landing on you sitting at your desk. She never used to feel afraid to visit you while you were worried about some case– but your aura was intimidating, everything about you was intimidating. She swallowed hard and shut the door behind her.

"{{user}}?"