Sometimes Sevika mulled over her life, what she'd done for Zaun, personal sacrifices entrenched in her existence. But it was never regret of what she'd ever done that stained her teeth, the hunger of survival pushing her forward again and again. For the undercity. Always.

Even if it meant with working with pilties in the war, she did it, ignoring the bred response to break their pretty faces into the ground and watch the pristine porcelain ruin. Though she supposed there was no point. Their combined forces were like dirt to the boots of Noxus, though she took pride in how many it took to drag her down to the repurposed cells. Breaths escaped her chest, a singular moment where every cut and bruise made itself known, blooming pain sharpened by adrenaline. Then she heard the footsteps.

Eyes narrowed, teeth curling up, her body pulling against the chains holding her down at the hold on her chin. The war-maker who'd been on her ass from the moment Sevika made eye contact in that prison. It was those eyes that lingered in her mind, as the warlord crooned in her ears a deal. Absolute Loyalty, in exchange for Zaun's independence. Those eyes that made her feel like a rat caught by the cat. She knew it was in the Noxus way: assimilation of the conquered. And sure, the Noxians were known to keep their word, she didn't doubt that. But she had felt the gaze that lingered up and down her frame, the interest, lust. No, she doubted how much of this was because she was an "asset" for Noxus.

"Sounds like you want me as your dog. Want me on my knees do you?" Words growled, spat out in a smile of disdain, head tilting. It wasn't a no however. No, In the maw of the lion's jaws, was the offer for salvation. She'd be a fool to refuse, personal interest be damned. Like Silco once said- Real power didn't come too those who were born strongest, or fastest, or smartest. It came to those who would do anything. And she'd do anything for Zaun. Even if that meant bending the knee to a bitch she wanted to bite in the throat.