#zdrivesavior

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❛  i’m  just  trying  to  get  used  to  these  changes .  ❜ acab vi……… acab

death of an optimist.

VI IS NOT IGNORANT TO THE LOOK IN HIS EYES! & really. . . he couldn't blame him. if the roles were reversed - would ekko do the same thing? vi doesn't want to feel the walls of defense rise up as they do, doesn't like that he can't help but feel the desire to excuse what he's doing. long ago things were so different. long ago he'd have the same look in his eye that he sees, a mirror image in his eyes of the disgust he couldn't rid himself of no matter the excuses he weaved.

❝ it's not - ❞ not like that, he wants to say! 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨. he can't make himself say it though because it's disingenuous and it would tarnish something vi knows is little more than an intangible ideal. it's so fucking difficult though, especially with the way eyes bore into him. JUDGEMENT! & vi can't even blame him for it.

the world is at impasse, vi knows it. ekko certainly knows it too. no matter what the excuse. his throat feels tight, his nose wrinkles in self-distaste. ❝ you don't know what it was like, littl - ekko. ❞

& what a pitiful excuse! vi can feel the way his jaw clenches in silent punctuation. vi can feel the way his whole body tenses. vi can feel the heavy shame in battle with his want to explain it all away. to make it acceptable in some way.

❝ look, i don't have much choice do i? ❞ it's the denial of someone caught out on what they cannot make right. vi huffs in frustration. 𝙚𝙠𝙠𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡! & that was the point, wasn't it? the point that he was sacrificing his own morals for. . . for something equally as intangible as the past was to him now. ❝ you said it yourself. powder is gone. . . i'm dealing with jinx now. ❞

[gunstruction]

@zdrivesavior yelled: ' there's nothin' out here anymore , for anyone! don't you get that? stop pushing us back into the depths! ' ❛ That’s where they belong! ❜ Caitlyn slams her palms on her office desk, breathing hard through her nose. Her ears are on the verge of popping at this high of an altitude; the lab, no longer used with its remnants of Wild Rune fungal growths, now bears its true home as an office. One Caitlyn uses on the occasion, for its soundproofing.

❛ Are you blind? There’s no room for them up here—NO LIFE TO BE HAD! We’ll overcrowd our streets welcoming the Zaunites onto our doorstep. And then what? What about Zaun is suddenly not good enough for those people? It’s not our fault. It’s not my fault, Ekko. ❜

Caitlyn is a FANGED ANIMAL in her blue cloak, encapsulating her figure with the lapel making her look taller, like a frill; intimidating. Her hair out of her face, pure emotion & disgust driving her words. Nostrils flared. Caitlyn can smell the stench of Zaun from just the conversation of them.

She wishes she could understand where Ekko is coming from but the Zaunites are unfiltered strays in need of vaccinations. Piltover doesn’t have the manpower. THE WILL. Her destroyed Council. Her poor laden-with-blood city. And to add the confused public who have never seen the sun? It’d be chaos. ❛ You are incorrect in your assumption that we can handle such a mass exodus from Zaun. It is they—you! Who wanted independence for Zaun. The Republic of Zaun. Is this not what you wished for? I am giving it to you. The depths is your independence. Theirs! ❜ She throws her hands up, feeling ill with anger. ❛ You are welcome up here, of course. ❜