Caitlyn's quick to run up and start hitting at the rock with the barrel of her gun. You struggle to get up. "Cait." You croak, staring at her, she presses her head against the rock. "You stopped me." You drop your gauntlets, walking forward. "I shouldn't have had to?" "I had the shot."

"That was a kid!" You stare at her, appalled. "What if you missed—" She whirls to face you. "I wasn't going to miss." It's silent for a moment. "What's wrong with you?" You whisper. "I keep telling myself that you're different. But you're not. It's her blood in your veins." She turns, walking away from you and towards the ladder.

"Then why are you the one acting like her?" You lunge forward, grabbing her wrist. She's silent. When suddenly, she rams her gun barrel into your stomach, you grunt, falling backwards and to the ground, letting out soft cries and whimpers as Caitlyn begins climbing the ladder without a second glance.