He smirked, tapping the side of his visor. "Let's just say you're… quite popular. Hard not to recognize the infamous 'Silver Ghost of Seven.'"
She scoffed and looked away, clearly annoyed but not enough to argue. "Don't call me that."
"Can't help it if it fits."
"Z-34," she warned.
He raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. No nicknames. Got it." Then he turned his attention back to Liu Xian, eyes glinting with curiosity. "So… what about you?"
Liu Xian's gaze dropped to the dirt. The flames flickered in his eyes. His fingers toyed with a stray thread on his sleeve before he said it—quiet, almost swallowed by the sound of the wind.
"I didn't come from a district."
The words hit like a stone dropped into still water.
Z-34's grin faltered. "…Say what again?"
"I said I didn't come from a district."
