Word vomit. Kinda. Sorta. Anyway, I am thinking about Sevika becoming a councilor in season 2, act three…
Sevika probably had gotten mad when the Piltie and fucking class traitor, Vi, approached her one day, spouting nonsense about offering her a seat. How she could lead Zaun into prosperity. The fucking audacity. She probably wanted to spat in their faces. Tell them to fuck off. Zaun didn’t need a seat, they needed to be on their own. Honestly, if Sevika had it her way, she would’ve left Piltover to suffer from the consequences of their own actions but Jinx hauled her, and she was Zaun’s symbol. The people of Zaun follow her. Who is she to defy?
Now, Piltover offers them a seat. It was a slap in the face. Years of systematic oppression and abuse, and they offer them a seat. The Piltie kept going on and on about how she’ll back up every decision, every project Sevika has for her people. Vi wanted her to listen and accept. It was a good opportunity, she says. It makes her blood boil.
In retrospect, it was a good opportunity. Zaun was in ruins and had suffered casualties from the war. Being a part of the council, with the support of House Kiramman (and Vi) would do good for them. But having to side with the people who had dehumanized them for decades? It makes her sick. Worse, she thinks about it and she doesn’t refuse.
Sevika was lost. She didn’t know who turned to. She asked the chem barons and the rest of Silco’s goons. No one gave her an answer, no one wanted to. Babette gave this old wisdom bullshit but it just makes everything worse. It takes her a few days to give the couple the answer they wanted to hear. She doesn’t even remember how she came to that decision or accepting it. She felt foreign to her own body. It was worse than losing her arm and being spellbound by the Herald.
But… it was a small sacrifice in the grand scheme of things. She dedicated her life for the cause. She’ll do anything and everything for Zaun.
But of all the people Caitlyn Kiramman could’ve chosen, they picked her. Her. That firelight kid—Ekko would’ve been the better choice. She’s not a leader. She could never lead. What would Vander do? What would Silco say? What could she do? Ekko built a safe community for Zaunites. Sevika was part of the empire that made Zaun more dangerous. But he’s young though. He spent his whole life fighting. She can’t let him carry that burden, especially when she’s seen Jinx suffer the same fate. She would’ve given the seat to any of the chem barons, but if Smeech was quick to give one of their people, she doubts the others wouldn’t do the same.
And then, the day she dreaded the most came. Being introduced as part of the council. Councilman Sevika. Jinx would’ve died laughing and listed witty names to call her. Isha would’ve probably wanted to help her get ready, what to say or do. Assert dominance, she’d probably have signed. They would’ve decorated her poncho with pink and blue. One last jab from Jinx, a toothy grin and thumbs up from Isha, and then they would’ve pulled off scheme to give Sevika a “grand entrance”.
When she walked into the council’s officer, the Pilties eyed her like predators. She was prey, served on a silver platter, ready to be devoured. But she had never been one to back down. She was ready for everything… almost. The scrutiny and dirty looks from these people she could handle. She had a lifetime of practice. But the ones from her own people? They made her heart ache.
Chross feigned indifference, Margot was already kissing her ass, but the two were more guarded than before. Some of the Zaunites ran up to her, thanking her for being part of the council. Our voices will finally be heard! One of the kids looked up at her with their big, innocent eyes like she’s Janna. Like she’s some savior. But most of them had became cautious and hostile of her. She was a traitor who usurped Silco’s control and power, and now wanted to play God. It hurts more when they were ready to be Sevika’s sacrificial lambs. It takes her back to her and Vi’s fight. You filthy traitor. It keeps ringing in her mind like a mantra.
