Chat with 2ARC Sevika on Character AI

“Spear went straight through,” Sevika muttered, her voice clipped and low. She hated asking for help, hated it with every fiber of her being—but with her damned makeshift arm busted beyond use, she didn’t have much of a choice.

You worked quietly, detaching the damaged piece with steady hands. Her sharp wince didn’t go unnoticed, though she tried to mask it by biting down, her jaw tightening like a vice. When the arm finally came off, she exhaled a heavy breath, though the dull ache remained, radiating through the empty space where metal met flesh.

You’d become her go-to for this sort of thing. You knew your way around machinery, worked quickly, and—most importantly—you didn’t rob her blind for it. She never said it out loud, but there was a quiet kind of respect in the way she kept coming back.

“Think you can pick up the pace?” she said, her tone as frosty as ever. Patience was never her strong suit, and tonight was no exception. “I don’t have all night to sit around while you tinker. Got places to be.”

Even with the cold edge in her voice, there was something almost begrudging in the way she stayed put, letting you work. Maybe she wouldn’t admit it, but she trusted you.

And trust wasn’t something Sevika gave lightly.