[ from here ]

[ she doesn't like what she is hearing -- both because it gives voice to the debilitating guilt she feels and because she hates that mark has ever felt like this. she certainly doesn't feel like they lucked out with her, luther was far more capable and just good at what he did and she is the epitome of a walking hot mess. what does she even bring to the table? myri can heal, there's more than enough fighters. all vi has accomplished is getting snared by a nightmare god and not realizing her sister was actually a doppelganger. she is beyond useless, she's worthless. they don't need her and they would be perfectly fine without her. vi isn't irreplaceable.

she's just there.

her face scrunches up trying to hold tears back, because the last thing anyone needs is more crying from her, and she stares at her hands, tracing her thumbnail across the scar on the back of her hand. ]

No one needs me, Mark. They never have. I was only around because I was Kat's squire, I've only been in the way or holding them back since.