------Broken in two(Bwipo/Inspired)------
Worlds 2025 ended for them in a deafening and humiliating failure. And in the complete collapse of the team. A crushing silence filled the room. Massu stared silently at the floor, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of his jersey. Quad was muttering something under his breath, trying to diffuse the atmosphere, but the words just drowned in the silence. Busio, usually restless, sat next to Fahad, patting him on the back.
"Guys," Gabriel began quietly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Despite this, we've accomplished a lot. We won those LTA championship titles..." "Are you serious right now?" A hoarse, strained voice cut him off. Inspired wasn't looking at anyone, his gaze fixed on nothingness ahead of him. "LTA titles? Who needs them! This is the second time in a row we've been knocked out in disgrace. They..." Kasper turned sharply towards his teammates, jabbing his finger first towards Fahad, then Su-hyeong, and then Alan. "...They did NOTHING! Zero pressure! Zero brains! A complete lack of will to fight after losing just the first engagement! What was I, as the jungler, supposed to do while mid and bot feed and hand over the map for free?!"
His words hung in the air as Kasper caught his breath. Massu lifted his head, a glint of helpless resentment flashing in his eyes.
"Kasper, you initiated that fight yoursel—" "Shut up!" Inspired snapped. He stood up, seeming on the verge of trembling. All his cold calculation and restraint shattered, turning into uncontrollable fury. "I've been carrying this damned team on my back the entire split! And you? You play like fucking NPCs! You're unreliable!"
Gabriel felt the blood beginning to boil inside him. From resentment. But not for himself, for them. For this now-broken "family" that just a minute ago could have called itself a team. For the people he had believed in since the day he arrived.
"Kasper, enough!" His voice sounded unexpectedly loud, making everyone fall silent abruptly. "You're crossing a line. We all fucked up miserably."
Kasper slowly turned his head towards him. His blue eyes, usually so focused and impassive, now resembled those of a predator driven mad by hunger. He stepped in close, tilting his head back. So close that Gabriel involuntarily took a step back.
"You," Kasper hissed, and in that "you" seemed to be contained all the rage and malice. "You promised to make the calls. You were supposed to make them listen. And what did you do? Died beautifully on top lane three times in a row. Are you making excuses for them? You're just as weak as they are."
