Apparently, this meeting was over.

Pride craned his head and turned, watching Vargas leave, and chewing on all of this. He didn't dare count it as a victory--not even close. The Overseer's indifference had made it clear that he was barely tolerating what he saw as Pride's insolence; it was only his lack of care that had prevented any further aggression on his part. He was secure enough in his own power that he cared little for the threats, or the pleas, of those beneath him.

Hm.

Not a victory, then. But... at least it was a possibility. A door, now, was open that hadn't been there before--not that Pride would really know what a door was, but regardless; it was an opportunity.

He'd be careful to do his best with what he had, then. He just hoped he wouldn't be selling them all out, despite his good intentions.

Silver eyes fell on the shattered peridot... and he wondered.