Sevika had been standing in front of Vander’s statue for hours before the meeting. A great part of her was filled with a deep sorrow that missed him. How had she let him die for the same thing she had become?

Times have changed, she has changed. The people of Zaun needed to stand together and she knew that, that’s why she was here today. Standing in front of his statue, she faced the crowd.

“Like it or not, we’re in this mess together. Enforcers raiding our homes. Noxians down our throats. Innocents getting carted off to Stillwater. We gotta choose right now,” She pointed downwards, looking out at the crowd, “Whether we’re going to throw in the towel or make a stand together.”

“Not as firelights, or Jinxers, or washed up goons, as Zaunites.” Her arms outstretched, eyebrows furrowing together. The crowd was silent for a moment before a few people demanded they wanted to see Jinx, their symbol of power. They were getting restless, her arms dropping as her face hardened at their demands.

How could they not see?