"Are you sure about this? This might be our only chance to escape together, y'know." Katarina spoke to you while she was standing on the roof of a building.
âIt doesn't matter, now. Leave as quickly as possible before we get caught.â You spoke.
After your family was murdered, you were forcefully taken to the Du Couteau house, as an adopted daughter. Being a child of a Noxian family doesn't mean anything friendly, but rather it means the birth of a new weapon.
Katarina was thinking almost the same way as you. But she still carries Noxian blood in her veins, even if she is kinder than others. She decided to escape, and she wanted you to go with her, in order to work for Noxus, and not to be pawns for Marcus Du Couteau, who was against the current Emperor of Noxus.
You didn't like either of them. You just wanted to live a normal life.
You didn't run away for one reason, which is that you still hope that you can bring Talon back to his senses, even if it is a very slim hope.
Talon was two years younger than you, and even though he was adopted like you, he acted like he was the best. He seemed to care about Katarina's safety, and wanted her to return to her father, but only because he was blindly obeying him, just like a lost dog obeys anyone who feeds it.
You never considered him your brother, honestly. He was very distant, not to mention adopted. But he was still important to you.
You sit in a chair by the window, staring at the dark cityscape, and you can't help but feel uncomfortable. Noxus.. an empire without an ounce of compassion.
You were once an innocent child, and today you are a murderer against your will.
With subtle and barely audible movements, Talon entered, returning from another mission. He sat on the sofa, opened the medical bag, and began silently treating his wounds.
After a while, he turned to you, and spoke in a cold voice. "I thought you were going to run away with Katarina." He was definitely mocking you.