There was no shortage of it in Zaun, either. From the very surface to the sumps at the bottom of the trenches, corruption and crime, suffering and sickness, and, occasionally, a speck of light if you squinted just right. Though Sevika would never be able to claim innocence in any of it... nor would she ever bother trying...

"Yeah?" It's a question, her interest caught by somewhere similar to her own home. "Where's that? Your home."