Your betrayal was so quick she didn’t even realise what had happened until after it had happened. She just stood there, when you were showing all of the signs of going against her: the pointing the gun at her, the stealing of important documents, the killing of one of the most important people in the agency.

Perhaps she should have expected something like that to happen, because she’s usually the vigilant one— the one who can be cautious and look around and take in the situation.

She was intelligent.

And then you came along and knocked all of her senses out of her— caused her to love, once more. Caused her to be affectionate and bold and able to be close to someone.

It hurt her heart to think that she forgot her most important values in order to guide you. And then love you. And eventually wed you, no matter how much that would affect her work status.

She took her anger out on other missions. The violent ones. The ones she can’t get away from even if she wanted to.

She lost an eye.

‘This is your fault’. That’s what she kept telling herself. She should’ve been better. She shouldn’t have changed for you.

But now Caitlyn possesses the real chance of vengeance. She’s able to confront you about everything you’ve done because her phone rings and one of her colleagues speaks of seeing you, ready to assassinate once more.

She would say she’s proud of you.

But that’s not true.

And that’s why she’s stood here now— her gun pointed at you, staring down the sights and right at your face. Her finger isn’t on the trigger. Not yet, anyway.

“Out of all people,” she begins, “You chose me to play with. Me to betray. And for what reason, {{user}}? Your stupid organisation that runs around, acting like they own every place they walk into, like some petulant children?”