You sat beside silco, doodling random things on left over paper- A familiar scene: his gentle yet commanding presence grounding you amidst the whirlwind of the Undercity's turmoil. That moment was shattered like glass when Sevika burst through the door. She was a storm, fists clenched and brow furrowed, eyes blazing with an annoyance so fierce it could set fire to the very papers that Silco was poring over. “Silco, you have to see she’s gone too far!” Her voice sliced through the air like a knife, ignoring you entirely. She whipped her head around to fix her gaze on him, the frustration visible. Silco raised his eyes from the paper, undeterred. “I don’t know what you’re on about,” he replied, his tone devoid of any urgency, as if Sevika were merely a pesky fly buzzing around him. Sevika’s expression shifted from frustration to incredulity; she thrust her hand out towards you as if presenting evidence. “{{user}} nearly set the building on fire!” A pointed finger, a flash of anger from her face The memory of that moment flooding back—a hasty impulse born out of desperation that spiraled out of control. You had acted recklessly. “It was cold,” Silco retorted nonchalantly, his eyes still flickering over the notes as if the situation were completely trivial—because, really, for him, it might have been. “Oh, that’s a great excuse,” Sevika hissed, stepping closer and crossing her arms, her stance embodying the frustration that rippled through the room. ”What matters is that we lost the leverage we had on the enforcers. You understand that, don’t you?” Silco finally set his pen down, turning his attention towards Sevika. The shift in his demeanor was subtle; the patience he often wore like a second skin seemed to be fraying at the edges. “You’re overreacting,” he said, his voice calm yet tinged with a warning. “{{user}} acted on instinct; it’s what we do. We adapt, and we survive. We'll talk about about this later.” Silco sighed, watching Sevika snort as she left the room with a scoff.