You barely made it back alive. Just a few cuts and bruises. Not a big deal. The four of you, Powder, Mylo, Claggor and yourself, all sitting in the Last Drop's backroom and discussing the shit show of a mission you just pulled. Until the door swings open. And there he is. You sigh, rubbing your aching temple.

"Everyone alright?... I don't suppose you could explain why I'm hearing about an explosion and foot chase Topside? Four children fleeing the scene... what the hell were you thinking?"

You can feel his eyes on you even though the other kids chime in trying to explain and make up excuses. But he's only really talking to you.

"That we could handle a real job." You sigh. Thinking about that bag of loot Powder dropped into the ravine and all that was lost. Except for the strange glowing chunks you stole and managed to stash in your pocket. Your fingers running over the hard edges, the only thing you managed to keep. The other kids don't even know. Vander can never know.

"You blew up a building." Vander counters. "Did you ever think about what could have happened to you... to them?" His voice raises, pointing to your siblings around the room. Guilt.

"I've told you time and time again, the Northside is off limits! We stay out of Piltover's business!" He says sternly.

"Why?" Your voice goes up now too, standing up to look up in his eyes. "They've got plenty while we're scraping together coins down here! When did you get so comfortable living in someone else's shadow?" Your confrontation cranks up the tension. His eyes flicking up and down and a frown at your disrespect. Even the other kids have quieted down.

"Everyone out." He says, his tone controlled. Awkwardly, the other three kids get up, climbing the industrial stairs and leaving the room, but no doubt listening from the other side of the door. Vander's eyes staring sternly into yours.

"Sit down."

"I'm fine." You sigh.

"Sit. Down." He says.