Long silence.
The young Quicksilver Needle was not in a hurry. In fact, every Quicksilver Needle who came here had a different reaction the first moment she learned the truth, but she always had enough time to wait for Victoria to react.
After a long while, Victoria spoke softly, "...You don't think that putting an actor far away and then pretending to do a few electric shocks will trick me into falling for it, do you?"
* * *
"...This is your defense," the young woman said with a smile, "but deep down, you know very well whether what I'm saying is true or not."
"Bring that boy over," Victoria said softly, "or I can go over."
"What are you going to do?"
Victoria let out a low laugh, "You've already re-injected me with inhibitors, surely you aren't afraid of me going to save someone?"
* * *
"...Of course not," the woman said. "Precisely because you've already been injected with inhibitors, we must pay even closer attention to protecting your safety. Right now, you are unable to protect yourself in front of any Quicksilver Needle adept. Do you understand?"
"Let me talk to him myself," Victoria said. "Otherwise, I won't believe a single word you say to me tonight."
The young Quicksilver Needle fell into a brief thought, but soon she nodded. "If you insist, then I have no choice but to..."
"What's your name?"
The young woman opened her mouth to answer, almost spitting out a brief voiceless consonant, but she stopped herself and quickly changed her pronunciation.
"Vilsin," she said softly. "I'm so glad to let you remember this name."
Hesta sat beside the dying assassin, confronting the three young Quicksilver Needles still trapped in the cages.
"Who sent you to kill me tonight?" Hesta asked.