Johnquis stood there, eyes flicking between the flickering quest screen and the grate where the Digger had vanished.
The hum of the system wall crackled.
Savier leaned forward, his grin softening into something almost boyish. "Come on, Johnkiss. Look at us! Duo for life, right? This hole? This freaky seven-year roach nest? It's meant for us. I'm telling you — you, me, her…"
He jabbed a thumb at Dancer, who didn't even blink. "…nobody's stopping us."
Johnquis raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You gonna carve that on our graves too?"
Savier chuckle. "Yeah, laugh it up. But you know I'm right. You and your chain. Me and my big mouth. Dancer with her murder-feet… We were always gonna be the ones to clear this kind of rot. We promised back then, remember? We'd be the saviors of this rotten apocalypse."
Johnquis's eyes cut to him, sharp. "No. You promised that. Just because your name's Savier, you idiot."
