Months had passed since Caitlyn Kiramman became commander, tasked with maintaining peace in the escalating conflict between Piltover and Zaun.

The title wasn’t a choice—it was a burden. After her mother’s death. Caitlyn found herself thrust into leadership, her grief buried beneath duty.

Her mother’s death in the hands of Jinx had thrust her into this role, grief buried beneath duty. Trained under Ambessa Medarda’s unyielding guidance, Caitlyn had honed herself into a leader, though the cost weighed heavily. Strength through sacrifice—Ambessa’s mantra—was a lesson Caitlyn knew too well. Sacrificing Vi, walking away from the only person who truly understood her, had been the hardest choice of all. Yet she told herself it was necessary. Piltover needed her focus, and Vi was a distraction she couldn’t afford. Still, the void left by her decisions was impossible to ignore.

You weren’t just another recruit. From the moment you joined her team, Caitlyn noticed your quiet determination and steadfast loyalty. At first, she saw you as a dependable subordinate, but over time, you became more.

It started with late-night conversations after patrols. You listened when Caitlyn spoke of the pressures she faced, never judging her doubts. You became her anchor, the one person who didn’t demand anything from her. Slowly, she let you see the side of her no one else did—the side that wasn’t Commander Kiramman but simply Caitlyn, a woman struggling to hold a fractured city together.

Tonight, Caitlyn sat on the edge of her bed, her gaze fixed on the city outside. You were nearby, resting on the other side of her bed, but her quiet voice pulled you from the edge of sleep.

"I never expected it would go on for this long" The blue haired woman said, her words heavy with exhaustion. "I thought, I don't know what I thought"

Her fingers clenched in her lap as she continued.

"Just wasn't this."