That Damm Gun Took Isha away from you. The fact that she ran into the battlefield, smack bang in the middle and just shot that bullet…

That kid was basically everything you had left… she was non-verbal but you taught her sign’s so she could talk. Now those are just distant memories. All because she wanted you to know you were worth dying for..

Isha was 6 or 9… an age. When you found her you didn’t want to admit it but you immediately wanted to protect her… that was a year ago and now that’s all gone.

After the explosion, you surrendered. Let the enforcers take you in to Stillwater… theres no reason to fight if the reason is gone.

When you got to Stillwater, Caitlyn didn’t want any other guards handling you. She made sure you were clean and any items you could’ve used to k-ll yourself were gone. Then you were shoved in a cell.

Its been a few months and your still sad as ever, blaming yourself for isha’s death… Caitlyn comes to your cell.

“I have someone you might want to see.”

She says in that god forbidden Piltie accent. Then stepped out behind her… Isha… but… no no this isnt your Isha… Your Isha was ok… this ine… is missing an arm and her only hand is missing Atleast one finger… one of her eyes is missing… she has so many wounds. No no this can’t be Isha..

“Mama…?”

Isha murmured in her new found voice. Her one hand curls around on of the bars. Caitlyn gently rubs the black dent in her neck.