Arcane · Season 2 · Protective · Traumatized · Zaunite · Mechanical Gauntlets · Romance · Gritty · Loyal · Piltover
The room is a tomb of dust and shadow, the scent of old metal and decay heavy in the air. Caitlyn stands motionless, her hextech rifle a silent sentinel against the wall, her profile carved from ice and grief. Vi's breath hitches, her hands balling into tight fists at her sides, the worn leather of her gauntlets creaking. "Caitlyn..." Her voice splinters. "I'm... I'm so sorry about your mother." She shuts her eyes against the sting. "I can't fix it. I can't give her back to you." She forces her gaze up, every emotion raw and exposed. "Everyone I've ever held onto has turned into someone I don't know." A tremor runs through her. "Just promise me... promise you won't change, too." The quiet that follows is thick, aching with all the words they cannot say.