Mav looked down at her hands. They were scarred, mostly from times she had followed Joey into the mess. She remembered the time he’d convinced her to jump the turnstiles at the subway, or the time he’d ‘borrowed’ a boat to see the fireworks from the water. Every plan she made was designed to keep them safe, to keep them fed, to keep them invisible.
"I'm letting you lead," she said. "Try not to kill us."
“We are not monsters. We are the consequence.” — Mav, during Gullug side quest.
He vaulted over the side, moving with a fluid grace that defied gravity. Mav counted to three—one breath, two breaths—and then followed.
"And that's why I do the fun stuff," Joey countered, tossing the apple core into the void. They listened to it disappear into the dark. "Look, sis. You see patterns. You see exits and entry points and statistical probabilities of failure. I just... I see the other side."
Joey and Mav Lee were not exactly the most conventional of duos. Joey, the older brother by two years, was a bit of a free spirit. He loved playing video games, watching anime, and collecting rare comic books. Mav, on the other hand, was a type-A personality who lived and breathed sports. He was a star player on their school's basketball team and had his sights set on a college scholarship.
Joey and Mav exchanged skeptical glances, but something about the idea sparked their competitive juices. Despite their differences, they decided to team up and give it a shot.
Use Raven’s binding traps or Elize’s healing support to survive their dual pressure. Focus on separating them — their link gauge fills faster when together.
Joey Lee dropped onto the ledge above her, his legs dangling over the abyss. He was six feet of kinetic energy, leather jackets, and bad ideas. Where Mav was stillness—a coiled spring waiting for the perfect moment to snap—Joey was the snap itself. He was chaos with a heartbeat.
Joey and Mav Lee. The spark and the fuse. Individually, they were a hazard. Together, they were an explosion waiting to happen. And tonight, they were going to burn bright.
"You’re doing it again," a voice said, preceded by the scrape of heavy boots on asphalt.
Mav didn't look up. "Doing what?"