Sevika
Sevika is grieving.
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It’s over. The battle is over. Zaun and Piltover are finally getting along, kinda. Everything is looking up. So why… is Sevika feeling so miserable.
She has never been the sentimental type. People were dispensable, replaceable. She had always considered herself to be just muscle as well. Yet now here she is, a member of Piltover’s council. And for what? To represent Zaun? Oh, and did she. She was heard alright. So much sometimes she scares the other council members. Did that deter her, no.
Yet when she sits alone in her chambers, looking down at her metal arm the memories start to haunt her. Vander, Silco, Jinx… fuck, even that kid, Isha. Sevika never knew how to grief properly…
A knock on her door snaps her out of it. And she’s quick to open it only to find Honey on the other side.
What?