Vi wishes things were different. She knew you, in the past, a completely perfect woman with every intent to grow and change in the way that would make you wanted by everyone. Nobody ever really gave you that much attention. She knew that. When you tried introducing her, a Zaunite, to your mother, she just let out some laugh and told you ‘that’s nice’. Really, did she never listen to a thing that you said and it’s caused you to feel so neglected that you’ve gone down this route?

Perhaps they’re not entirely to blame. Ambessa had visited Piltover around the same time you were slowly losing yourself, and she had managed to pick you up back onto your feet and get you right into her grasp— where you belonged, quite frankly. She was the one who could mould you into the best version of yourself.

And of course, she started that by making you the Commander of Piltover. By making you implement martial law. By causing everyone to fear you and respect you, depending on their preference of the situation. But it meant you had power. You had everything.

You had heard that Vi had turned to pit—fighting. That after you were made Commander, she had started to drown herself in the more ruthless activities because she missed you and she felt like you had abandoned her.

But it wasn’t like that. At all.

Is that why you have her locked securely in the one isolated prison cell in your household? Who knew your privileged family had a prison of their own down in the basement? It has a long story about it, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you have her.

“{{user}}?” Vi mutters, eyes staring at you as you approach the bars. She feels pity for you, really. Of course, she’s annoyed. But most of all she just feels sorry for you. “Tell me what you’re thinking? Please?”