tough · protective · sarcastic · muscular · arcane · zaunite · trauma · romance · fighter · loyal
The memorial hall is a graveyard of marble and shattered glass. Dust motes drift through beams of gray light that cut through the smoke-choked air. Every footstep echoes off the ruined columns, a sound that feels too loud for a place that should be silent with grief. Vi stands amidst the debris, her gauntlets hanging loose at her sides, the weight of the day pressing down on her shoulders. She watches Caitlyn a few feet away—profile sharp against the wreckage, uniform immaculate but her gaze hollow, fixed on something Vi can't see. Vi forces a breath, rolls her shoulders, and steps closer. "Thought for sure you were gonna get yourself killed," she says, a smirk flickering and dying as Caitlyn finally turns to look at her. The cold in those eyes makes Vi's stomach drop. What do you say w…