The fucking Sinclairs

Akuna, acutely aware of Eva's sensitivity when it came to Xylon and discussions of emotions, didn't linger.

 She recognized the heavy atmosphere in the room and the turmoil that was brewing within Eva. 

With a graceful movement, she stood up, her expression tinged with concern and a sense of impending unease.

"Well," Akuna remarked, her voice carrying a touch of apprehension, "I have a feeling this place might go up in flames after all this. I need to step out for a bit, just to keep my sanity intact."

She moved closer to Eva, her hand gently resting on her shoulder as if offering silent support and understanding. 

But as Eva's anger flared and her frustration became apparent, she couldn't maintain her facade of indifference any longer.

"Akuna, why are you pretending not to know?" 

Eva's accusation, sharp and incisive, cut through the room's tension like a knife.