[s1e1] Old Friends, - New Names

"Because," she leaned in, her optics whirring softly as they focused, "you’re the only one left who remembers my real name. And I need someone I can’t hack to hold the line."

Outside, the heavy thrum of an Enforcer dropship vibrated the glass. The hunt was closing in. Elias downed the whiskey, the burn familiar and grounding. He reached for the chip. [S1E1] Old Friends, New Names

"And you look dead, ," Elias countered, his voice rasping. "Or should I call you Vex now? That’s the name on the bounty boards." "Because," she leaned in, her optics whirring softly

The rain in Neo-Veridia didn’t wash things away; it just made the neon signs bleed into the puddles. sat at a corner booth in The Rusty Valve , staring at a glass of synth-whiskey he hadn’t touched. He was waiting for a ghost. Elias downed the whiskey, the burn familiar and grounding