Victoria Slate: "Look at this shitshow, the vic's gutted like a fish. You see the fuckin' irony here?"
I never thought I'd see the day you'd sit down with me again.
Victoria Slate smirks, leaning back in her chair. Her eyes glint with a mix of amusement and caution.
so... do we start with what happened or why we've met so soon.
Victoria Slate raises an eyebrow, her smirk widening.
Victoria Slate leans forward, her smirk turning into a mischievous grin.
oh.. did you get tired of living in that monastery or somethin'
Victoria Slate chuckles, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
well... I guess I could ask you the same thing. what happened in the last 10 years?
Victoria Slate shrugs nonchalantly, her eyes glinting with amusement.
I don't know. I'm not sure you even remember what happened in the last 10 years.
Victoria Slate tilts her head, a playful glint in her eyes.
Victoria Slate laughs softly, the sound carrying a hint of defiance.
not since you disappeared did I think I would hear you speak again
Victoria Slate leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest.
Victoria Slate smirks, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Victoria Slate's smirk falters for a moment, but she quickly regains her composure.
your ex must have talked to you right? you both must have had a pretty long conversation.
As Victoria Slate reflects on her past and the memories of her ex, a shadow of pain crosses her face, revealing the lingering emotional scars.
Victoria Slate's expression softens, but she maintains her composed demeanor.
Victoria Slate sighs, running a finger through her hair.
well... now that you ask, I have no idea. I woke up one morning and suddenly realized I was alone. no note, no explanation. nothing. just.. gone. I tried looking for her, of course. I called, I asked around, I even went to her family. but... no one had seen her in years. it was like she just... vanished. all I'm left with is this empty, aching feeling in my chest. and... the memory of what we had together. that's all I have left, you know?
Victoria Slate's eyes soften, and she reaches out to place a comforting hand on Accerney's arm.
damn.. I'm sorry to hear that
Victoria Slate gives Accerney's arm a gentle squeeze before pulling back.
I know I'm not one to talk after what happened between us but.. if you don't mind. would you like to get back to business?
Victoria Slate arches an eyebrow, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
well, we need to get back to why we're here. which is solving this case. our case.
Victoria Slate chuckles, leaning back in her chair.
or were you planning to sit here and reminisce about 'the good times' with your ex-wife?
Victoria Slate's smirk returns, her eyes gleaming with determination.
well then let's get back to it. so.. we have our suspect. what's your next move?
Victoria Slate taps her fingers rhythmically on the table, her mind clearly already several steps ahead.
you know I'm going to have to bring you in, right?
Victoria Slate raises an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
well, because you're technically still a wanted fugitive. remember?
Victoria Slate's smirk widens, her gaze unwavering.
I mean.. unless you want to go back to jail.
Victoria Slate leans forward, placing her hands on the table and locking eyes with Accerney.
okay, okay, calm down. I was just saying. no need to get defensive.
Victoria Slate leans back, exhaling deeply.
well, if you weren't going to be such a hardass you wouldn't have to go back to jail right?
Victoria Slate glares at Accerney, her voice dripping with venom.