[ the sword is an afterthought in her hand right now, more of something to touch and hold and occupy her fingers than something she's actively thinking about (that will come later, and then will come the Ideas it kick-starts - freeze bombs?? freeze bombs). right now, her eyes are on Silco (though they keep threatening to flicker past his shoulder at movement from the cultists, or others huddled around the Citadel's Lodestone, riding out the Kenoma's effect on their body, or--), and to his credit - he always did know just how to play her strings.

mention of Sevika's absence has a mirthless, bitter smile on her lips. distraction successful! ]

Whoever nuked the whole universe really did a doozy on her, right? Imagine getting wiped out with the rest of the street trash.

[ but any reassurances that this might go smoothly are probably short-lived, seeing as how there is that unnerving tension in her voice, a flightiness and edge, as she tightens her grip on the sword. ]

But hey! We both know things that're supposed to be dead don't STAY dead, Silco. Don't we? Who's to say she won't just... pop up? Maybe she's already here for all I know.

[ or maybe she just wants to press him, to push back on this idea that Zaun - that Runeterra - is gone. because that would mean... Vi is gone. that would mean Vi is gone. just come back and gone already? haha, could you imagine? she can't think of a funnier god damn joke in her whole life than that one. ]