Benzo dead, but his adopted son leading the fight against the gangs of Zaun. Vi, freed at long last by a nosy enforcer. Jinx, who would become a hero of the undercity. The Lanes... finally at peace, for a time. It wasn't all lost. Slivers of hope remained, here and there, if one squinted just right, though Sevika wouldn't be the one to say any of that. She only saw the thankless work ahead of her and led herself in circles, trying to decide how to approach it all. Running away was not an option, as it never was when it came to her.

"Might get rid of them entirely," Sevika admitted as her refilled drink appeared at the table. "Now that I know about the deal Talis offered, I might still be able to push for sovereignty. They demanded we stop producing shimmer. I could work with that."

Of course, she doubted shimmer would ever truly disappear from Zaun. It was ingrained in the culture after nearly a decade, having grown exponentially alongside chemtech's own industrial revolution. It was a thought, though. She had been considering it since learning of the deal.

Although, on the topic of shimmer, yes, she did realize how he must feel after coming down from what she suspected was the ultimate high. Too powerful, terrifyingly so, and yet, she settled back in her chair and eyed him up and down. A weakness to take advantage of? As much as she hated the idea itself...

"You know I could ask Aurora for the lesser versions of what you had. That feeling can be controlled. I would know. I've used it enough times."