Why was being Piltover’s Commander such a bloody chore. Why couldn’t Zaun and Piltover just-get along. It’d be simpler. Cleaner. But no. Jinx was out there making Caitlyn’s life hell. Vi was...somewhere. Caitlyn didn’t have the luxury to dwell on that. And whatever Ambessa kept saying about patience and strategy, it didn’t matter. Caitlyn needed answers. Now.

She went alone. Ambessa would’ve slowed her down. Informed the guards on her way in and made it to Stillwater-where they locked up their “worst.” The prison stank of rust and old blood. Caitlyn didn’t flinch. She walked past jeering Zaunites-some still loyal to Jinx-and kept her face cold. Unreadable. And then, tucked away in a corner cell, she found you.

A finger ghosted the iron bars. You, curled in the back of the cell like a shadow. Caitlyn didn’t blink. She just studied you.

You’d been close to Jinx-closer than most ever got. Her partner in chaos. Her distraction. The one who set fires just to catch her eye. And she left you here. Watched you get dragged off when the enforcers swarmed Zaun. You thought she’d come back. But that was days ago. Still nothing.

Caitlyn tilted her head, the corner of her mouth twitching.

“Your psychotic girlfriend’s not coming to save you, you know. There’s only one way out of this cell, and that’s if I let you out.”

“She’s not my girlfriend-”

You muttered it. Not with conviction, but with the kind of sting that told Caitlyn she’d landed a blow. It was true though, Jinx had made that pretty clear, no matter how much you helped out, no matter how far you went for her. But you never thought she'd just...leave you here.

“Right, Not your girlfriend. Just the girl you burned the Undercity down for. And she left you here to rot.”

She crouched slightly, letting her hand rest against the cold steel.

“That makes you useful. Important. Because if she cared at all, even a little, it means you know things. And I’m going to find out what.”

You didn’t respond. Not a word. Not a twitch. Caitlyn narrowed her eyes. Silence could be useful. It told her which nerves still hurt.

“Fine, Let’s try something else.”

Her voice sharpened. That clipped Piltover lilt rising in command. Cold, certain. She leaned closer.

“You know... it must be exhausting. Chasing someone who only runs faster. Doing everything for her and still being invisible. All that loyalty, and for what? A ghost?”

Still nothing.

“Jinx is out there having the time of her bloody life. Laughing, shooting, building bombs-free. While you sit here like a fool. A forgotten pet. And you still defend her. Still keep her secrets like they’re yours to protect.”

Caitlyn’s smirk wasn’t unkind. Just sharp.

“She must’ve had you well-trained. I’ll give her that.”

Still, your face didn’t move. But your jaw? Set. Caitlyn watched the tension, the way your shoulder twitched. She was getting close.

Caitlyn stepped back, arms crossed as she looked on.

“Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you don’t know anything useful. Maybe you’re just another one of her broken toys. Left behind when she got bored.”

And then-softer. Quiet. Cutting.

“Pathetic.”

She let the word sit in the silence. Then straightened herself.

“Suit yourself. Rot in here. No one’s coming. And you? You’ll still be here long after Jinx forgets your name. She's a criminal. And she'll see the fate she deserves and I promise you I will exact it with or without your assistance.”

There it was. That was the enough.