Vander doubted that. Perhaps the recipes and the product would disappear from the open market, but all the mechanisms, the eagerness for it, the memory of a populous who had seen and experienced it. He understood their people well enough to know that Shimmer would never truly be gone, just hidden, subtle and creeping through the back alleys, the darkest reaches of the mines, whispers behind closed doors.

"Leveraging Shimmer production for independence," he mused more to himself. He hadn't seen Zaun with Shimmer woven into the fabric of their culture, but he had felt what it could do. As she had said, he had a high level of the unrefined, filthy first attempt, which meant the future iterations were less of a slingshot of uncontrolled emotions and physical prowess. "You best be smart and careful with that. If it isn't your Shimmer, addicts will find an alternative."

While his eyes were on the table, he was keenly aware of her gaze on him. Looking him over, considering his potential no doubt. He'd baited her, of course. Honesty of his experience to see if she would offer, confirm even more fully that they were going all in with Shimmer in this place.

"Why would you do that for me?" He glanced at her. "Unless you want to indenture me to you as one of the few who knows the various concoctions, their dosages, and how to acquire them. Planning on keeping me in line with a supply, ready to cut me off if I don't come to heel?"