"Oh, my god..." Cylea gasped, in shock.
"You created this?" Mymesia whispered, visibly confused. "But why... I-I mean, then why did they...?"
"They took it," Theora gritted her teeth. "Those assholes stole my design and rejected me. I handed it all to them. The plans, the miniature, everything, and they had the balls to reject my application, telling me it wouldn't work!"
She had started raising her voice, and now several eyes were turning to them. Cylea grabbed Theora's wrist, pressing gently.
"Theora, don't," she whispered.
"Why not?" Theora hissed. "Those assholes stole my work! I made that very miniature! They can't-"
"Theora, they can. I believe you, of course I do, but can you prove it?" Cylea asked in a rushed whisper. "Theora, can you prove to everyone here, right now, tha
