Rina scoffed, shaking her head. "You don't know a damn thing about power, Quinn."
Victoria chuckled, amused. "Oh? Enlighten me, Captain."
Rina's eyes darkened, her voice steady. "Power isn't about tearing things down just because you can. It's not about playing god and deciding who's 'fit' to survive. Real power is control knowing you could burn the world down but choosing not to."
Victoria's smirk faltered just slightly.
Rina leaned closer, her tone sharper. "You? Sybil? You're just kids playing with fire. But let me tell you something when you push too hard, you get burned. And I don't think you're ready for that."
Victoria's expression remained neutral, but her fingers tapped against the table, a subtle sign of agitation. "Big talk, Captain. But tell me… when the time comes, will you really hold back?"
Rina held her gaze. "Watch me."