[ Not Jayce's fault, then, even if the anguish that ripped across his face told her he thought the same. He really is too easy to read. What happened, she idly wonders to herself, to change him to how he was the one and only time they'd actually met? It's almost depressing to think about, but only almost, because there's something else she's found to be mad over instead. She does, of course, rein in the antics. There's no yelling, no storming up to menace them face-to-face, just... ]
You know what? I was wrong. You don't think you're better than me after all because you've bought into how they see us, too. Hiding because you agree with them, that you're just some more trencher trash no one will take seriously.
[ No interest in titles, no interest in glory? Please. More like no interest in attention, no interest in stepping out of the shadows. Now, she does take a step towards the two, though only to give further dramatic motion to her pointing an accusing finger at Viktor. ]
What good has any of your work brought Zaun? How many years have passed? Years where our people could have looked at all those posters and banners and seen themselves on there, with you, Talis' equal? How many topsiders would have had to concede that we can make something of ourselves besides miners and criminals and bums? How many kids could you have inspired, even sponsored to go through the academy just like you? But no?! You didn't want the titles! Or the glory! Or any of the damn influence that would have come with it?!
[ She drops the arm again, a sneer crossing her face. ]
Keep your damn work. We don't want it.
[ On that note, Sevika turns to step back over to where she'd left the book on motorcycles and their construction. She's going to take that with her no matter what; like hell she'll let how sour this encounter has left her feeling to keep her from that. However, she does turn towards the two one more time to hold it up. ]
And I'll be sure you eat my dust when I do convert one of these to chemtech. You know, without fucking it up like the idiot you think I am.
[ But that's the end of it. She's leaving. She has no desire to stand here and debate with them further since it would only upset Jayce more and more, and if Viktor continued to seem so uncaring about the situation? Well. This could have still ended in violence. Thus, Sevika chooses to stomp off instead, disappearing around the end of the stacks and heading for the library doors. ]
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[ Not Jayce's fault, then, even if the anguish that ripped across his face told her he thought the same. He really is too easy to read. What happened, she idly wonders to herself, to change him to how he was the one and only time they'd actually met? It's almost depressing to think about, but only almost, because there's something else she's found to be mad over instead. She does, of course, rein in the antics. There's no yelling, no storming up to menace them face-to-face, just... ]
You know what? I was wrong. You don't think you're better than me after all because you've bought into how they see us, too. Hiding because you agree with them, that you're just some more trencher trash no one will take seriously.
[ No interest in titles, no interest in glory? Please. More like no interest in attention, no interest in stepping out of the shadows. Now, she does take a step towards the two, though only to give further dramatic motion to her pointing an accusing finger at Viktor. ]
What good has any of your work brought Zaun? How many years have passed? Years where our people could have looked at all those posters and banners and seen themselves on there, with you, Talis' equal? How many topsiders would have had to concede that we can make something of ourselves besides miners and criminals and bums? How many kids could you have inspired, even sponsored to go through the academy just like you? But no?! You didn't want the titles! Or the glory! Or any of the damn influence that would have come with it?!
[ She drops the arm again, a sneer crossing her face. ]
Keep your damn work. We don't want it.
[ On that note, Sevika turns to step back over to where she'd left the book on motorcycles and their construction. She's going to take that with her no matter what; like hell she'll let how sour this encounter has left her feeling to keep her from that. However, she does turn towards the two one more time to hold it up. ]
And I'll be sure you eat my dust when I do convert one of these to chemtech. You know, without fucking it up like the idiot you think I am.
[ But that's the end of it. She's leaving. She has no desire to stand here and debate with them further since it would only upset Jayce more and more, and if Viktor continued to seem so uncaring about the situation? Well. This could have still ended in violence. Thus, Sevika chooses to stomp off instead, disappearing around the end of the stacks and heading for the library doors. ]