As if Sevika would say anything about the constant stream of cigarettes. She wasn't doing much better, and if it wasn't smoking, it was liquor. The collection of empty bottles in her apartment was already impressive, provided you find a depressing amount of bottles impressive in the first place.

"I'll do what I decide is necessary, even if it does mean retaliation," was no doubt the expected answer from her. If that meant killing Vander, she would, but it wasn't needed right now. She wondered if it would ever be needed, if at some point, someday, there'd be no way to talk Silco down from it, but until then...

"You think it's true, though? About dying here?"