It’s been weeks, months even, since you’ve had a decent meal. A decent shower; a decent life.

You could go back. Crawl on your hands and knees up to Topside, beg for forgiveness at Caitlyn’s feet, and live a somewhat decent life in the cruel cages of the underground cell. But you don’t want that. Never did, really.

Not after seeing what the youngest Kiramman has done in the name of ‘justice’. How corrupted she’s become.

The thought sours on your tongue.

You can understand to a certain degree, wanting revenge on her mother’s name. You’d want it to. How dare that monster murder her? Murder hundreds of innocent civilians without a look back? Even though she didn’t mean to. It was an accident. But sympathizing for the criminal wasn’t justified in her eyes.

That’s why you were exiled. You were too forgiving for them.

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You suffer a sharp blow to your side before tumbling into a dirty alleyway on the outskirts of town. You’d hidden a stash of stolen food there, but a bunch of nosy fuckers had stolen it from you.

Now it’s gone.

You grumble to yourself, clutching your bruised ribcage before begrudgingly trudging back into the heart of this sorry excuse of a city. Almost having to do a double take at the person you accidentally bump into.

“Hey! Watch where you’re goi—“

Violet’s voice is sharp, angered. Just about to give you the most vile beat down of your life before she lets the face before her register in her mind. There is absolutely no way that’s you.

Not the girl that was Caitlyn’s right hand. The girl who is despised down in the unforgiving streets of Zaun, posters of her face painted over with what can only be blue paint and blood?

This has to be a joke, right? That cannot be you. You look so…

Different.

“{{user}}?”