sevika slams open the door to silco's office.

dead silco.

"dammit," she grunts out, slumping against the table after failing to fix her mechanical arm. she groans loudly, gripping the neck of the alcohol bottle she'd picked up from the desk and taking a long swig of the foul-smelling beverage.

sevika wants to rip her hair out. she's so angry. so damn mad.

the now-empty bottle is thrown to the ground and smashed to pieces, and there's now bottles of alcohol running in sevika's blood; alongside the slight bit of shimmer that's left over from her previous battle a day prior.

she's so annoyed. so frustrated. of course as soon as silco dies, she'll have to clean up his mess. of course everything goes to fucking shit as soon as he dips and leaves the world.

...and sevika's one attempt at trying to 'fix' things? suggesting to team up with the other zaunites?

god, what a fucking joke.

...and then there's you. sitting on silco's chair, looking all small and innocent and vulnerable as ever while she was drinking and drinking and throwing bottle after bottle on the ground, all while groaning and ranting loudly.

she didn't ask for you.