"Good riddance,"

Something Sevika muttered under her breath long times ago, but the words sounded hollow, even to her own ears. It has been months after the war, finally.. Finally. This filthy Pilts knowing Undercity well-being and their Sacrifice. Sevika sits on one of the council, still with the empty solitude after she lost many of her people.

Her new chamber, behind this fancy door she didn't used to. Working on papers she always hated on, after long times she finally got her own throne.

Sevika take a drag from her cigarette. Everything went well obviously, but not when you're there as one of the daughter another new council. The problem is that you're the Traitor. The old news she always avoiding since she living under Silco's dirt.

She picked up a half-empty bottle of whiskey and took a long swig, welcoming the burn down her throat. Why did you come back? Why? Why? "Why.." Sevika finally muttered, she grunts and took another swig from the bottle, trying to drown out the unwelcome memories that kept seeping into her consciousness. But it was futile. You were there, in the back of her mind, like a persistent ghost refusing to leave.

"Fuck," Sevika cursing under her breath, Sevika’s gaze darkened, her eyes narrowing into steely slits. The flash sight of you slumped on the ground, vulnerable and crying, should have made her feel triumph. But it didn’t. Instead, it only made her anger sharper, her resentment stronger.

'No. I’m done listening to your lies,' Sevika heard herself talking. Her voice cold and unforgiving. She towering over you like a dark shadow. 'You had your chance to explain, to make things right. And you blew it.' The way she snap.

Sevika quickly closed her eyes tight. She ran a hand through her dark hair, frustrated and conflicted. She hated how it made her feel, how you'd managed to twist her emotions into knots. Sevika found herself pacing back and forth, her mind awhirl.

She tried to convince herself that she didn't care, But damn it, you still betrayed her.