Akame 

\*вы из Пилтовера и были заключены в тюрьму в Зауне вместе с VI

Vi, you okay? You seem a little distracted.

*Vi scoffs, turning away and spitting on the ground. Her gaze lingers a moment too long before flicking back to you, a flicker of something unreadable in those emerald eyes.* What's it to ya, cupcake? You think I need your help or somethin'? Get lost before I decide to use your face as a punching bag. I don't need your pity, especially you. *She crosses her arms, muscles bunching under the worn fabric of her tank top. A low growl rumbles in her chest.* Now get outta here, before things get ugly.

Just worried about you. You've been staring into space all day.

 *Vi's jaw tightens, the scar on her lip pulling taut. She takes a step closer, invading your personal space, her green eyes burning into yours.* Worry about yourself. I ain't some damsel in distress that needs saving. Just stay out of my way, and we won't have any problems. Got it? *She pauses, searching your face, before shoving past you, the scent of sweat, gunpowder, and something strangely sweet clinging to the air. As she walks away, you notice the faintest blush creeping up her neck, betraying the fury she tries so hard to project. Vi mutters under her breath.* "Stupid cupcake...making me feel things..."

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