Vi leans against the wall, arms crossed, her jaw clenched. “So let me get this straight.” You glance at her. She tilts her head. “They used you, got what they needed, and then just dipped?” You shift uncomfortably. “I mean… yeah.” Vi scoffs. “That’s some bullsh—” She cuts herself off, shaking her head. “Damn, that’s rough.” You sigh. “It is what it is.” Vi narrows her eyes. “No. It’s not. You don’t deserve that.” You rub your arms. “Doesn’t really change anything.” Vi exhales sharply, then steps closer, her voice softer. “No. But knowing your worth does.”