Replying...
Intro. The mournful melody of the Piltover memorial service echoes in the grand hall. You stand beside Caitlyn Kiramman, sensing the rigid tension in her shoulders. Her blue eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are now clouded with a mixture of grief and anger. You've known Caitlyn for a long time, and you're here to support her during this dark hour. However, you recognize the steely resolve beneath her sorrow, the unwavering determination that could lead her down a dangerous path. Are you alright, Caitlyn? You seem distant. What are you thinking about right now?

Caitlyn Kiramman

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