[ South barely cuts off a snarl aimed at Wrath, but she's lost enough fights since getting here and with her hand fucked up, she's certainly not looking for another.

She could tell Wrath that North knows everything, that she sat across from him and explained every detail of the way she betrayed him, that she had to watch his composure crack in a way she hopes she never sees again. But that's their business. Not Wrath's. And South isn't going to give her an inch more than she's already allowed to be taken. ]

You keep out of our shit and we won't have a fucking problem, no matter what you think you fucking know. But you butt in, and I make no such fucking promises.

[ She snatches her water from the floor, chugs it, and throws the empty bottle aside before storming past Wrath towards the exit, staying plenty far enough away to not risk coming up against that blade.

She's shaking, and she's not sure that it's just with rage. ]