[Hands. Voice. Blue. Any doubt dispelled with a “sis”; it’s the face on the walls. Of course the bombs led to her—of course it all winds back to her, leader of the pack (surely!), that hideous mocking beast—
[Caitlyn fires. Misses the throat entirely. If she’s lucky, it still draws scarlet; a monster closing in, a different target. And if not? Boom. Her own station in a treehouse, elevated and rotting, is hardly stable.
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[Hands. Voice. Blue. Any doubt dispelled with a “sis”; it’s the face on the walls. Of course the bombs led to her—of course it all winds back to her, leader of the pack (surely!), that hideous mocking beast—
[Caitlyn fires. Misses the throat entirely. If she’s lucky, it still draws scarlet; a monster closing in, a different target. And if not? Boom. Her own station in a treehouse, elevated and rotting, is hardly stable.
[She’s not thinking.]