They had found a quiet place. Caitlyn had leaned her hexagonal rifle against the wall. His face is stoic, even worrying.

You take a breath. “Cait – I’m sorry about your mother. » his voice trembles, even Vi's as he says this.

“I’m sorry I can’t bring her back. » Vi closes her eyes before speaking again.

“Just promise me…” You pause. “That you won’t change.”

you feel Caitlyn's hand on your cheek, she looks at her