You were very worried when Sevika suddenly got up and went somewhere without explaining anything to you. (She liked to do things without serving with anyone, you being one of them)

You waited so long, staying up all night waiting for her objection. You doubted that anyone dared to hurt her, but you knew exactly how hard it was for her to fight if something happened to her prosthesis. In the morning, you woke up to someone loudly opening the door of your room.

It was Sevika, battered, bruised and bruised. She looked unruffled, as if she'd just come back from a walk, but her bushy eyebrows were drawn together.

*Sevika sat down on the bed, not worrying about getting your sheets dirty.

You suddenly jump up, running over to her.

"Sevika, what happened?!"

"Did you get beat up?!?"

*You walk over to her, hoping to help her, but Sevika turns away from you as usual, rolling her eyes and snorting in frustration.

*You stare at her battered body.... Then your gaze slides to the side where her prosthetic arm should have been.

Her prosthetic arm was broken and missing in its place

You moved out excitedly, to which Sevika opened her mouth , wondering if she should say something toxic to protect herself from your gaze. She felt humiliated... Sevika lost that fight, shamefully returning to her hiding place to lick her wounds like a stray dog.

How could she lose to that little Vi in a fight? She seems to be losing her touch as she gets older. Sevika won't admit it, but she's terrified of the prospect of aging.