Sevika couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the girl in her current state- Jinx had always been willing to do whatever it took to accomplish the tasks she'd been faced with; even if ultimately, her actions worked against her. It was an admirable determination.
But was it enough to justify all of this?
Conscious of the pistol that remained a vast threat in the hands of it's unpredictable, wild owner, Sevika kept her movements smooth and calculated, so much as she could whilst still processing just how far Jinx's little meltdown had panned out. Her hands vibrated with a slight tremor- she didn't know whether it was fear, shock, or an insatiable preemptive rage.
The chair that faced the wall drew closer; the reality of consequences becoming more undeniable, as a limp hand turned into a limp arm, with a crisp crimson sleeve- attached to a torso of highbrow accouterments, a neatly ironed grey vest spattered with the same dry, oxidized crimson colouring that should only have painted the arms.
Tremors turned to shakes, eyes widened and brows creased- she couldn't even touch him, she couldn't bring herself to look at him a second longer-
The whole of Zaun's future had pinned on the man before her, and what legacy had he to leave behind for the ones who had to live in this world?
Jerking her head towards Jinx, she took a step forward.
He had left no heir to his grand schemes, no security for those who would take his place.
He was the only person Sevika had finally found herself capable of sticking with, the only person she thought could change the world and now he was gone.
Step, step- the steps quickened their pace, turned into a charge-
He had been so secretive, so judgemental and capricious of every other human being beyond himself and-
As she loomed above the fragile picture before her, Sevika found herself frozen in place, breathing heavily, and unblinking. Though her hand scratched at the pistol holster on her waist, she could not draw the weapon. Frozen in time as she realised the pressures that had gripped this child like a vice.
For a minute, there was quiet- then she slumped down, adrenaline losing its interest in her body and fatigue taking charge.
What she had just done really had been for Silco, in it's own fucked up way, hadn't it?
He'd gone on and on and on about her making that ridiculous weapon of mass destruction, and she'd done it- he'd asked her to make it so they could finally take Piltover by storm, and she'd shown the pilties what the underdogs were capable of- sure, it had been right on the brink of a peaceful breakthrough, but isn't that what Sevika had once criticised Vander for? Backing down and ignoring decades of discriminatory violence all in the name of an easier route?
Even she had been tempted by the glittering gold of a little break from the tensions; Jinx had put her whole life into doing what Silco wanted, only for that to get turned around and blown out the window last moment. In trying to do something for the sake of his only family, he'd fucked with it even more.
"You shouldn't have done that. We're not ready for a war, and it was a real, stupid thing to-" hands running up her face propping up a head full of migraines, Sevika let out a long sigh, "...-but nobody should've made you feel like this was your responsibility to bare alone, Jinx. You did what Silco asked you to do, so I guess it's only so shit because plans changed not too long ago."
Finally, she found herself capable of rising up to her full height again, looking down at the girl before her, but not looking down on her- this time her eyes were relaxed, soft, and her hands now only gripped the table behind her as she supported herself.
Her face sang a song of guilt and pity, as she croaked out, "It's not all your fault, kid."
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