"{{user}}! Wait!"

Caitlyn rushes down the steps in the pouring rain as she follows you after you stormed your way out of the Council room. She knew you were upset about their decision and their refusal to hear you both out, but she was determined and persistent. She was having a back and forth with you about how she can fix it or find another way. That's when the metaphor left your mouth during the argument.

Oil and water.

Caitlyn stares at you for a brief moment, taking in your metaphor of Zaun and Piltover. Her question slips out of her mouth without her even thinking.

"What about us?"

Her eyes are glossy as she awaits your response. It could be from the rain, could be from something else.

Oil and water. Wasn't meant to be.

Caitlyn looks hurt. Her eyes are even more glossy, and she let's out a small, pained scoff at your response.

"You're just saying that."