[ there it is again. a pretty marble that’s a thorn in vi’s backside, as well as her brain. what is that? something precious to powder, obviously, seeing as the thought of vi wanting it flipped a switch and had powder pointing a gun in her face. or at least, it was partly the catalyst. the other…?

running around with enforcers.

curiosity for the stone is abruptly shelved and it becomes much more important to defend herself. she starts off badly, with a hasty: ]

I do. [ she grimaces in the wake of that, knowing it’s not entirely the truth. she wants to say she still believes every one of them to be thugs in stuffy, ridiculous uniforms, but she happened to find an exception. it’s difficult to paint the whole group with the same brush now.

she sighs, sitting up to swing her weight back, slumping into the chair as she runs a frustrated hand through her hair. ]

Caitlyn – it’s complicated. She got me outta Stillwater in exchange for my help. [ vi could’ve easily lost her once they hit the lanes. vi tried a few times, honestly. somehow, she doubts powder would give her credit for that. ]

She wanted Silco. I wanted you. The two coincided enough that it made sense to stick together.