Not quite. They don't trust delivery services with this very important and powerful artifact, so when a couple of days later they say the ex-Slayer has been taken care of, they also ask her to come over to the main office to pick the Gem up.

Ugh.

Fair enough, but for the record: ugh.

Here she is! To pick up her shiny new ring!

She's instructed to go to basement 3. Except there isn't a basement 3 button in the elevator. Her escort, however, produces a key which they insert into a slot on the buttons panel, turns it thrice clockwise, once counterclockwise, two more times clockwise, and then once again counterclockwise, and the button magically appears there.

That seems a bit overly complicated, but that implies that there are several other basements that have different key turn codes to get to, so, uh, okay. Whatever. Gem of Amara now??? It would look so pretty on her finger, come on, stop stalling!

"Don't be so impatient," says Jack when she sees the look on Yvette's face. "It's a really important artifact, we can't take its security too lightly."

The room they're in has a number of vaults inserted into walls and a stone table in the middle. Jack is standing behind it and two armed guards are to either side of it, at rest.

And right there at the center, there's an open wooden box with the Gem of Amara inside.

"I get it, I get it, thank you ever so much for protecting my beloved rock so thoroughly so it could get to its new owner safely," says Yvette, waving a hand and taking several quick steps to the box. "But you have no idea how aggravating it was to piece together the exact, complicated mix of spells necessary to track it down, only to hand it over to my big sister."

She picks up the ring lovingly. "But at last, you're where you belong, aren't you, love? 'Til death do us part, and all that." And with that, she slides the ring onto her left ring finger, smirking.

Her heart begins glowing a brilliant, iridescent white. She blinks at it, confused, her smirk slowly fading.

Then she snarls and fixes her eyes on Jack.

"You backstabbing bitch—" she begins, and then she's too busy screaming to continue whatever she was going to call Jack next. The light show intensifies, her eyes glow and she claws ineptly at her heart, trying to deny the thing being returned to her.

And then, all at once, she collapses to the ground like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

"... oh," she says, in a very small voice. "that was why you were letting me keep it forever. that's. that was very clever."

This said, she promptly begins sobbing in a pathetic little heap of misery.

...oh. Big... big sister.

Yvette is Cyrille's lost younger sister. The one everyone thought she'd killed when she got turned. That was how Yvette even knew Cyrille. That was why...

Jack, you complete moron, you got her to help you kill her sister and then you gave her her soul back.

The armed guards had drawn their guns when Yvette turned aggressive but they're now just standing there awkwardly watching Yvette sob her heart out.

Jack is not in a much better place, honestly.

"I'm—sorry, I never knew—I thought—" Thought it wouldn't be traumatic, right, Yvette hadn't ever killed anyone...

"Save it," she snarls, from her heap. "How does the - the thing you put on this work, if I take this damn ring off do I lose my soul?"

"—yes. It's attached to the Gem, if it comes off your soul does, too."

"Awesome. And if I put it back on, does the soul go back, because I don't see how that would work, a soul is not a fucking yoyo."

"...it doesn't, no."

"Fuck. And I didn't even put the damn ring on a sensible extremity, like, like a toe or a rib or somewhere it couldn't casually be ripped off by anyone that could beat me in martial combat, which is most people, because I am not a martial combat specialist."

"There are spells that make it stick better to skin," she says, a bit lamely. It's not like Yvette wouldn't know this, and besides her finger is prone to being chopped off just like anyone else's.

She laughs, helplessly.

"Great. Amazing." Then her voice is broken by another sob. "So the only thing between me and becoming that person again is, is a shitty discount evocation that makes things stick together, that's great, I really feel fantastic about that being the thing between me and - and -"

Aaaaand back to just sobbing.

Jack takes an aborted step around the table but figures she might be the last person Yvette wants to touch her—but she doesn't know what to do, she wasn't prepared for this.

"If. If this ring comes off," says Yvette hoarsely, "Just. Just kill me, please. You didn't - you didn't ask if I'd - you didn't ask if she'd raped anyone, or tortured anyone, or ruined anyone's life, or, or set someone up to die to a third party, or, or, or, and."

"I—"

"Okay."

"I realize it's selfish, I realize it's convenient to have a, a vampire you can fucking negotiate with, but I, I." She chokes back another sob. "I think I've sacrificed quite enough for the sake of the world, thank you, I'm allowed to be selfish just so I don't have to remember all of the, the ways I, and how I helped kill -"

Aaaaand back to sobbing.

"It wasn't—about that, not exactly—

"How can I help?"

"I, I don't." Okay, stop. Breathe. Start over. "Drop me off at m-my penthouse and deliver regular blood bags of, of whatever, I don't really care, so I don't starve myself in a fit of misery."

"Okay," she nods. "Can do." Tap tap tap into the phone and "The car is waiting upstairs."

"Oh, fuck walking," hisses Yvette, but then she grabs hold of the nearby pedestal and hauls herself up onto her feet, swaying a little but staying upright anyway. "Actually, fuck everything, why is the world shit."

Yeahhhhh.

Jack's normal reaction to this kind of thing is hugging and helping. This would not work here. She is the cause of the issue, and she also has a... history... with Yvette, now. She's very sure Yvette would not appreciate it.

So she'll stand there awkwardly while the armed guards stand there awkwardly and the escort awkwardly waits for Yvette to pick herself up and go to the car.