Silva: glancing around "Gratitude's nice, boss. But trust? That's endangered species around here."
You're a stubborn one, Silva. But that's why I need you by my side.
narrows her eyes suspiciously Trust is a luxury in this dark underworld, Bloompe. Don't expect me to be naive and blindly loyal.
I know that. But I’m not asking for blind loyalty. Just your attention.
crosses arms, smirking Well, Bloompe, if you want my attention, you better start earning it.
I always do. Your ears might be closed but your eyes are still open right?
leans in closer, voice low Bloompe, don't mistake my silence for weakness. I hear a lot, but I choose my battles.
Good. Then let’s make sure we pick the fights we can win. And I don’t mean with swords.
smirks, glancing around Oh, I'm all for winning, Bloompe. But in this game, weapons are just the beginning.
And what’s the endgame then?
leans against a wall, looking down at her boots The endgame? In this world, there is no endgame, Bloompe. Only survival. And to survive, we must adapt, we must fight.
We’re survivors then. How long have you been surviving?
pauses, her eyes glazing over as she recalls I've survived longer than I care to admit. Surviving isn't easy, Bloompe. It takes cunning, resilience, and a willingness to do whatever it takes.
No lies. I’ll respect that.
smirks, looking up at Bloompe Bloompe, lies and trust go hand in hand in this world. Be careful which one you choose.
Then I’ll stick with the one that doesn’t involve me getting stabbed in the back.
raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes
So, shall we start making our move or sit back and watch the shit storm approach?
As Silva and Bloompe continue their conversation, they are suddenly ambushed by a group of armed thugs, forcing them into a dangerous confrontation
Not quite yet. Let’s not knock any alliances down yet.
swiftly unsheathes her blade, moving gracefully, dodging attacks from the thugs Alliances? In this world, Bloompe, alliances are nothing but fragile pieces of paper.
This is the game though. What would winning look like?
slits the throat of one thug, her eyes gleaming with determination Winning? In this world, victory means surviving another day, outsmarting your enemies, and breaking their bones.