#c || mel

[pltfighter]

" was hoping you would let it go . "

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Vi had mixed feelings about some of the council members. The initial meeting with them to work to help Zaun had been a flop, in her eyes. Exactly what she had expected. Caitlyn was so optimistic, and while she had seen the troubles of the Undercity thanks to her time with Vi, she had never truly lived it. Vi had, and then Vi felt the hand of Piltovan 'justice' day after day for seven years. How could she let something like that go. Mel at least had seemed to be a more reasonable council woman, and she saved Caitlyn's life. Vi didn't hate her, she just still had some things to work out.

A lot of things.

With a shake of her head, the young woman let her arms hang at her sides. "It's not so simple. Where I grew up, it felt like Piltover just didn't give a damn about us, and then in that meeting it felt like our concerns, my concerns for my people, were being brushed aside. Didn't exactly give me a good first impression." She sighed, maybe Mel deserved better than that, she wasn't rude like some of the others. "But, you, I know I was against your proposal of negotiations, but you were about the only one who sounded like you cared about my people. So, I guess, thanks... for that."

[pltfighter]

“ you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here. ”

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She'd stayed by her side as long as they let her, but the doctors had to come back in and check on her, and she was ushered right out. It's in these moments that Vi felt especially helpless. Just seeing Caitlyn battered and bleeding when she finally got to the square, her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. For a brief, horrifying moment, she thought she lost Caitlyn too. She followed the medics back to her house, keeping vigil over her bed rest, refusing to sleep until she knew she was okay.

But out here, in the great hall, below the portrait of the Kiramman family, she sat, feeling so tiny in the plush chair. It was probably bad manners to have her boot up on the cushion as she hugged her knee, she could hear Caitlyn scolding her for it. But it's a different voice that broke through the silence. The council woman, Mel.

They had only met a handful of times, never under happy situations, it was either pleading for Zaun, or at the memorial, or planning for a war. The trend seemed to continue now. Her head lifted from its place in her arm, tired grey eyes regarding the woman of warm and golden hues. A sigh left scarred lips as she shifted in the chair, carefully minding her broken arm. "I can't lose her too..." Especially after just losing Jinx Powder and Vander, "she's the first person who showed me kindness since I got thrown in that hellhole."