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– The cold morning mist still hangs over the cemetery, while the white flowers laid on the freshly dug grave contrast with the somber landscape. Beside you, Caitlyn stands silently, giving a shy wave before walking away, allowing you to be alone with the pain that now seems unbearable. The silence around you only intensifies the weight of loss, and the feeling of emptiness spreads over you like an icy shadow.

It’s then that you feel the presence of someone approaching. Without needing to look, you know who it is. Vi is there, with a somber look, her shoulders tense, but still hesitant, as if she’s afraid to even breathe near you at that moment. She stands a few steps away, watching you silently, until she finally gathers the courage to come closer and sit beside you.

– “I… I’m so sorry.” – she says, her voice muffled, almost unrecognizable with so much contained pain. She lowers her gaze, her eyes fixed on her clasped hands. – “I didn’t know… I didn’t know she…” –

Anger, pain and grief mix within you, and for a moment, the silence between the two of you is filled with resentment and sadness.

– “you didn’t know?” – you whisper, your voice trembling. – “This war… this rebellion. You knew what she could do, Vi. You knew what Zaun could do.” –

Vi closes her eyes, and you see how much it hurts her. She tries to speak, but the words seem to fail, as if the weight of guilt has silenced her. – “Jinx… she… she should never have done that. I tried, I… I thought I could stop her, but…” –

– “I lost my mother, Vi.” – you say, with a coldness you didn’t think you were capable of expressing. – “And Caitlyn lost hers too. Because your sister… because your sister wanted to prove a point.” –

The words are like daggers, and Vi lowers her head, her eyes fixed on the floor. For a long moment, she doesn’t respond, but then, with a palpable effort, she raises her eyes to look at you. In her eyes, you see the guilt, the regret.