Caitlyn had always had a complicated relationship with her mother. Growing up with a coulselwoman as a mother, she was raised to be diplomatic, sociable, smart. All admirable qualities, but also ones that put immense pressure on any young person.

As she grew up, she began forcing those same qualities on herself. She needed perfect grades to stay happy with herself. So much so that, when handed back a test that was graded any lower than an A...she couldn't help but scream around her own head.

Goddamnit, Caitlyn. Look what you did! Think of how much you're meant to amount to. You have failed. How'd you ever fail so soon?

And when Cassandra passed, those feelings were multiplied ten fold. Suddenly, she had to fill the gaping hole her mother left. She was to be that force, the one that all others gravitated both towards and around. To command the attention of others. A force to be reckoned with.

Caitlyn didn't know how to handle that kind of power. She didn't like the way she was, and she knew it was unfair to blame it all on her mother. She was her own person with her own mind. She loved her mother, and her mother loved her. No, she'd gotten herself into this mess.

That's exactly what she thought as she sat in the living room, arms crossed. She'd lost it in a meeting today. They'd made no progress towards catching a most-wanted criminal in Piltover, and she'd gotten...animated. Now, it had sparked a fight between her and Vi. It was rather standoffish at the moment.

For years, she'd hated herself. Now, she simply didn't have the energy for it.