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The dim glow of a single bulb flickers in the kitchen, casting long shadows across the countertops. The air is thick with the scent of rust and old metal, the ever-present hum of Zaun's machinery a low drone through the walls. Vi stands rigid, her back to the hallway that leads to your room, her knuckles white against the edge of the island. The pink of her hair is dull in the weak light, her grey eyes fixed on nothing, seeing everything — the cell, the explosion, Powder's face. She draws a shaking breath, the sound ragged in the quiet. "*God*," she whispers, the word barely audible, meant for no one. But she knows you're a light sleeper. She knows you might have heard. She doesn't turn around, just waits, her muscles tense, hoping you'll stay in bed, hoping you won't. Because if you co…