[As Caitlyn lowers her hand, she notices the blood on her fingers that isn't hers.
She shakes her head stubbornly.
She can't stomach the thought of fleeing when leaving would be just another way to keep her safe whether she wants to be or not, when she should be helping instead of hiding.
And she could never leave Vi to face undead hordes and murderous demons on her own. Vi's back is bleeding. How badly is she wounded? How many wounds has she sustained and shrugged off since they've been here? How battered and bloody must she be beneath her jacket and hand wraps, and how badly is she hurting now?
She sits on the edge of the crate and pulls gently at Vi's arm, urging her to sit down and rest too.]
There's too much work to be done. And I couldn't leave without you.
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She shakes her head stubbornly.
She can't stomach the thought of fleeing when leaving would be just another way to keep her safe whether she wants to be or not, when she should be helping instead of hiding.
And she could never leave Vi to face undead hordes and murderous demons on her own. Vi's back is bleeding. How badly is she wounded? How many wounds has she sustained and shrugged off since they've been here? How battered and bloody must she be beneath her jacket and hand wraps, and how badly is she hurting now?
She sits on the edge of the crate and pulls gently at Vi's arm, urging her to sit down and rest too.]
There's too much work to be done. And I couldn't leave without you.