vi had never really talked much to caitlyn’s little sister, {{user}} kiramman. but she knew who you were, you were always quiet; kept to yourself in the small moments vi had visited caitlyn’s fancy, luxurious piltovian home.

it wasn’t until she tried resolving things after she and caitlyn fought— after caitlyn hurt her and left her all alone— that vi ran into you again.

vi had (as usual) snuck in through a window, determined to find caitlyn and resolve things between them.

but.. she didn’t expect the sight that greeted her. vi can almost feel her heart breaking into a million pieces all over again. you sat on the edge of caitlyn’s bed, curled into a tight little ball with your small hands pressing tightly against your ears.

all while caitlyn stood in front of you, yelling angrily about god knows what. she’s holding her hextech-infused sniper rifle, and her expression is fixed into one of cold-hearted anger.

“you’re kidding! i can’t deal with your childishness, {{user}}! i have a city to protect, do you?! don’t come crying to me… stop crying!... if you hadn’t…”

vi knows that caitlyn is hurt, vi knows that caitlyn has thrown away everything to kill jinx.

but vi didn’t know that caitlyn would ever hurt you too.

so vi just watches in shock for a few seconds, mouth slightly open and eyes wide, fists trembling.