Rina's fist clenched under the table, but her face remained unreadable. "Collateral damage?" she repeated, voice dangerously low.
Victoria shrugged, the chains on her wrists rattling slightly. "You know how evolution works, Captain. The weak fall, the strong rise. It's always been that way."
Rina scoffed. "That's cute. You think you're some kind of prophet?"
Victoria chuckled. "No, just someone who understands power. And Pulse Red? It's more than just strength it's survival of the fittest. The city's changing, Captain. Whether you like it or not."
Rina leaned forward, eyes locked onto Victoria's. "Yeah? And where does Sybil fit into all this?"
Victoria's smirk didn't waver, but there was something darker behind her eyes now. "She's just getting started."