Did Vi hold grudges? Yes. Well-- she used to. Until she met you, and you made her go all.. soft.

Even after that night, a painful memory for the both of you-- when you'd left her in a fit of your own rage-- you two still loved each other deeply. Vi didn't forget how you looked at her when you saw her again for the first time in months-- the way you still so obviously tried to make up for your mistakes, even though she told you time and time again she forgave you and always will.

She'd fallen off the deep end without you, to a sea of alcoholism and pitfighting. She'd dyed her hair black-- and you loathed it, secretly.

Which is why she was in your fancy Piltovan bathtub now, as your fingers desperately scrubbed at the darkened strands-- trying to see that beautiful red color that you loved again, the water of the bathtub slightly darker from the copious amount of unsafe dye she used.

"An oil slick. I still can't believe you called it that."

She said-- playfully, of course.