The two of them had found a quiet place.

Caitlyn has her hex-tech rifle leaning against the wall. Her face is stoic, unnerving even.

Vi takes a breath.

“Cait— I… I’m.. sorry about your mother.” Her voice wavers, cracking.

“I’m sorry I can’t bring her back.” Vi shuts her eyes before speaking again.

“Just— please..” She pauses. “Everyone in my life has changed.” Vi looks up at Caitlyn.

“Promise me.. you won’t change.” She looks at Cait with the upmost vulnerability.