"Was to me," Karin said. "And him."
The screen flashed a moment, slow motion of Rikta's fist swinging wild, missing, then Lucen rotating his wrist slightly, redirecting the motion just enough to walk it out.
"Feels like something's forming," Karin said. "You want him in the fifth?"
"I want him to survive the fifth."
Karin raised a brow, still chewing. "He's not the type to die in a drift."
Varik didn't look over. "No. He's the type to break it on the way out."
Karin snorted. "Still the same, huh?"
He pulled a small device from his coat, flat, metallic, covered in glyph-lock lines, and flicked it toward Varik.
"Pulled this from a private forum. Supposedly an SS-rank on the inside says Ghostweave doesn't match any registry. No team. No official training license."
"He doesn't," Varik said.
"You hiding him?"
"Does it look like I am?"
Karin squinted. "A little."
Varik drank.
