Fusion
Oh knee on
"Vix, he was the fuckin' Haze. He weren't spyin' fer anyone, he was out fer himself the entire goddamn time. Y'wanna ask yerself what other explanation could possibly account fer what's happened, fer the conversations Dave an' Koa an' Cola had with him, fer his absense now?"
Every word coming from Brisa just turned some dial in Vix labeled "anger," to the point that Puddle's corruption drain hardly helped her. Nobody trusted Soda, nobody ever fucking did just because of what he was... And he wasn't even here to fucking defend himself. The audacity of these assholes... "Oh, you mean like him working with someone who was secretly corrupted and also had the power to erase his fucking existence if she thought for a damn second that he was against her?"
"And a reason he couldn't be here is, simply, because he's out there doing more fucking hero work than you are sitting here talking shit about him behind his back like a pitiful fucking coward," Vix hissed, gaining a some sharper edges, and her eyes a sinister yellow glow. "How pathetic do you have to be to turn against someone else the second they do something behind your back? To not trust someone because of shit they couldn't fucking control?" That one was more aimed towards Bahamut, if Vix glaring at him was anything to go by.
Puddle stayed quiet, focusing on trying to get Vix back to normal.