Caitlyn's out, so Vi's left to her own devices, which isn't good. she hadn't really felt up to going to Lupin today, instead letting the kids and the locals (sparse as they were being lately) handle it. if they didn't come in, she would've just closed it.
she's thinking too much. thinking about what she'd seen in Ekko's dream, and confirmation that it was real. that there was a successful universe somewhere out there, where Vander, her brothers, Jinx were alive. where the Undercity was thriving.
but she was dead.
she does what she usually does when she's upset -- which is, obviously, drink. she's sitting on their couch, bottle in hand, swirling the remnants of it around. even numb, she's still feeling and thinking too much. she's not exactly sure where the dominoes fell in that universe after her death. or was it even her death that altered it all?
it can't be coincidence, she thinks.
she finishes the bottle of straight liquor, and then opens the next one. she doesn't care if she's going to be hungover as shit later. she doesn't care if Caitlyn comes back and frets and fusses over her. she just wants it all to stop. for the hits to stop coming, and coming and coming relentlessly, because there's only so much she can take. it's a revelation, it's someone coming back to life and dying, it's her reason for living sacrificing herself for her. it's getting out of jail to a completely different world. it's losing Caitlyn, if only briefly. and even then, a part of her wonders when she'll lose her again. it was the fear of not knowing where Ekko was. just hit.
caitlyn. sometime after the last event
man.
Caitlyn's out, so Vi's left to her own devices, which isn't good. she hadn't really felt up to going to Lupin today, instead letting the kids and the locals (sparse as they were being lately) handle it. if they didn't come in, she would've just closed it.
she's thinking too much. thinking about what she'd seen in Ekko's dream, and confirmation that it was real. that there was a successful universe somewhere out there, where Vander, her brothers, Jinx were alive. where the Undercity was thriving.
but she was dead.
she does what she usually does when she's upset -- which is, obviously, drink. she's sitting on their couch, bottle in hand, swirling the remnants of it around. even numb, she's still feeling and thinking too much. she's not exactly sure where the dominoes fell in that universe after her death. or was it even her death that altered it all?
it can't be coincidence, she thinks.
she finishes the bottle of straight liquor, and then opens the next one. she doesn't care if she's going to be hungover as shit later. she doesn't care if Caitlyn comes back and frets and fusses over her. she just wants it all to stop. for the hits to stop coming, and coming and coming relentlessly, because there's only so much she can take. it's a revelation, it's someone coming back to life and dying, it's her reason for living sacrificing herself for her. it's getting out of jail to a completely different world. it's losing Caitlyn, if only briefly. and even then, a part of her wonders when she'll lose her again. it was the fear of not knowing where Ekko was. just hit.
after hit.
after hit.
she's so, so tired of being strong.]