[ Vi glances up again at Viktor, briefly, a dozen questions fighting through her thoughts. She swallows all of them down. Either he's telling the truth, or if they did know something and chose not to share it, she can't do anything about that. What the hell does she know about runes and the arcane? It's too little, too late.
Vi's shoulders sag. The exhaustion creeps deeper, a weight that settles in her gut, makes it hard to breathe.
She's not getting any answers here. ]
Not among the dead.
[ Vi replies stiffly, though she considered not answering at all, letting him suffer a little more. But it won't make her feel any better.
She moves to right her fallen motorbike, adding in the same flat tone: ]
If you ask me any more questions, I'm going to break your nose.
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Vi's shoulders sag. The exhaustion creeps deeper, a weight that settles in her gut, makes it hard to breathe.
She's not getting any answers here. ]
Not among the dead.
[ Vi replies stiffly, though she considered not answering at all, letting him suffer a little more. But it won't make her feel any better.
She moves to right her fallen motorbike, adding in the same flat tone: ]
If you ask me any more questions, I'm going to break your nose.