Caitlyn had never been in such pain before. Probably because she had never been pierced through with a fish hook. The doctors at the nearby hospital claimed that she was lucky to not have her shoulder dislocated. Due to the severity of her injury, Caitlyn remained at the hospital for three days with only company an annoying migraine. She didn't get any visitors - not that she expected anyone, if she wanted to be honest with herself. There had been no word from Vi since that night and her partners were probably too busy to even be concerned about her. She didn't blame them. She was all too aware of TPA's policy after missions like that, successful or not.

Having all that free time gave, Caitlyn had the opportunity to contemplate and analyze the situation properly. In the first time since ages, she was completely confused in all aspects. Everything seemed to be so complicated. One part of her just wanted to give everything up and go for an eternal vacation and never look back. On the other hand, Caitlyn knew this was impossible at this point. Besides, running away from her problems wouldn't solve them.

That night proved to her how little she actually knew. Her ignorance had put everyone in grave danger. All things considered though, it wasn't entirely her fault. PROJECT Inc. ought to have given them all the information they needed for this case and instead they lied and kept them in the dark, which would explain why McCarthy wasn't so shocked to see Warwick at the old factory. His memory only angered her. At least he got what he deserved. That didn't mean that the threat was gone, though. Caitlyn could claim without any doubt that the company was very dangerous. She wouldn't be surprised if someone tried to assassinate her and several others after what they saw that night. Although, the damage was already done and they were too many to kill without raising suspicion. So from that aspect she could say that they were safe for now.

Then it was the PROJECT traces themselves. Caitlyn wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel about the lot of them. One the one hand, they protected her arch nemesis and tried to murdered her and then they saved her life. And of course there was Vi. The way they all acted, it didn't make sense. They didn't function the same way. Which meant that each of them were different, just like humans. She had never thought of it like that and this was one of her first mistakes. What PROJECTS truly were after all? Humans augmented with technology, despite what the company that had created them wanted them or believed them to be. She should have known the first day she met Vi. But she hadn't cared enough then.

Now it was all different.

Although that night had been a complete disaster, it had also explained a lot of things to Caitlyn. It finally explained why she felt the way she did around Vi or why the latter was always so flirty. Riven hadn't been joking, she had probably seen something that Caitlyn was unable to. Slowly, she had grown very fond of Vi, much more than she could ever possibly imagine. And because of that she was terrified. Caitlyn was scared of attachment due to the nature of her job; she usually was gone for long periods of time but her greatest fear was meeting another version of the people she cared about in another timeline that couldn't even remember her. Someone would ask, why couldn't she just quit her job? Truth be told, after everything that had gone out, she considered it. But this job gave a meaning to her miserable life even if it meant risking her life and even if eventually wouldn't give her what she had signed up for in the first place; her parents. It was impossible, she knew it now.

Caitlyn was terrified, yes, but she couldn't control the way she felt. The only thing she could do was accept it. But she needed to address this issue to Vi. She wasn't sure how much they'd be able to see each other after this case was closed and it was that specific case that brought them together in the first place. That would happen only if Vi decided to give any signs of life.

Everything was just a huge mess and Caitlyn had no clue how to get out of it.

Three days later, she was dismissed from hospital with the advice to take a lot of rest. Caitlyn believed she had already taken enough rest those three days she did nothing but lay and think. She went home for a quick shower and then straight back at the Timeline Protection Agency's headquarters. Even there everything felt different. Caitlyn headed straight to her office, ignoring all those murmurs and occasional stares at her. Her partners were also surprised to see her there.

"Caitlyn! What are you doing here?" Shen exclaimed when he noticed her walk inside. He looked like a mess; his skin was pale and he had bags under his eyes, pretty much like everyone else there.

"I work here, Shen," Caitlyn deadpanned. He rolled his eyes.

"Rumor says you're bleeding to death at the hospital," Tobias pointed out. "Seriously though, how's your shoulder?"

"It's seen better says but it should be fine," Caitlyn assured him.

"You should be resting, Cait," Riven spoke, concerned.

"So should you, Riven. Have you seen yourself in a mirror lately?"

"It's true. We haven't rested in three days," Shen admitted, showing over at the table that was filled with papers. "But it's been chaotic ever since…"

"Yes, I'm aware," Caitlyn cut him off. "I need to talk with Cayton. By the time I return, you better have left."

Riven snorted. "Come on Caitlyn, don't be ridiculous. If any of us shouldn't be here, it's you. You were injured, for crying out loud! Is it so hard to take it easy?"

"Riven, I've done nothing in the last three days other than lay around, therefore I'm not tired at all. I can't say the same for you, though," Caitlyn insisted.

Shen opened his mouth to object but Twisted Fate interfered. "Come on now, lad. Don't you know her already? And besides, she's offering you a chance to go home and you're gonna say no? Are you crazy?"

"Well… He's not wrong," Riven shrugged.

Shen clicked his tongue. "Fine, I guess. But you need to take it easy. An injury like that shouldn't be taken so lightly."

"Don't worry, Shen. I can handle myself perfectly well." Caitlyn gave him a small smile.

The three of them packed their stuff, obviously relieved that they could finally go home, and they left as soon as possible. However, Shen hesitated at the door. He looked over at Caitlyn who had already dug in some papers.

"Uh… Caitlyn?"

"Yes, Shen. What is it?" Caitlyn responded, not looking over her papers.

He scratched the back of his neck. "I just wanted to apologize for not coming to the hospital while you were in. I know it's not an excuse, we were very busy and-"

"It's alright Shen. Don't worry. I understand," Caitlyn assured him. He already seemed somewhat relieved. "Have you heard from Vi?"

He shook his head. "Not once since then. Have you?"

"Nope."

"Well, I don't know what to say." He sighed. "Guess she's been busy herself or something. Anyway, I should let you do your work. Have a good day, Caitlyn."

"You too, Shen."

The door slid close, leaving Caitlyn completely on her own once again. She dropped the papers on her desk, sighing and running a hand through her hair. According to the report, at least seven people had been killed and numerous others injured. This was the worst possible scenario. Either way, she needed to have a talk with her boss. So, she left the office and headed at the 100th floor where his office was located.

Usually, Tithonus Cayton didn't accept anyone without an invitation or an arrangement beforehand. However, Caitlyn didn't care at that moment. This was urgent and she couldn't wait until he decided to invite her or until she could make an arrangement to see him sometime during the week. It needed to happen now. So when his robot secretary saw her show up, she was quick to deny her entrance.

"Then tell Mr Cayton that I need to see him right now," Caitlyn ordered. The blonde secretary nodded and disappeared inside the office before returning moments afterwards.

"Mr Cayton is going to see you now," she informed Caitlyn. She didn't bother thanking her as she entered an office that had grown painfully familiar to her. Last time she had been here it was months ago when Cayton had announced to her that she would be working with her last team in this case. Nothing had changed since her last visit. There he stood, dressed in his black suit, studying a file.

"Caitlyn, what a surprise to see you here," Cayton said when he heard her stepping in. "Please, have a seat."

Caitlyn obliged only because she didn't want to be impolite. She studied him carefully; he didn't seem mad or upset nor necessarily excited either, which was a good thing.

"I meant to talk to you," he confessed, placing the file onto his desk. Caitlyn didn't even need to see what the file was about for she already knew. "But of course, I didn't expect you to come back so quickly."

"Well sir, I wouldn't want to be left behind when we're in an emergency," Caitlyn responded.

"You couldn't describe it better, dear." Cayton stood up and approached one of his furniture where he stored his finest alcohol. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, thank you sir."

He nodded. "Suit yourself." He popped open a bottle of red wine and poured it in a glass. "Now, I would like to tell me what exactly happened."

"I believe that you already know that," Caitlyn responded.

"Well, yes I do," Cayton admitted as he sat back down on his leather chair. "But I would like to hear your version of the events."

And so Caitlyn narrated what exactly had gone down that night, as far as her memory allowed her to become there were some details that remained blurry. She blamed the painkillers she had been given at the hospital and the shock she had endured at the time. Once she was finished, she paused for a little while, trying to gather her thoughts.

"I also wanted to take responsibility for the failure of the mission and the victims, sir," said Caitlyn. "I wouldn't want my team to get into a difficult position due to my mistakes once again."

"Oh really?" he crooked an eyebrow. "That's not what you had told me the last time something similar happened."

Caitlyn sighed. "I was younger and less mature. I missed a shot, how could I not be responsible for what happened in Bellmoor? My behavior was… arrogant, to say the least. You should have told me something," she pointed out.

Cayton smiled. "You had convinced me so well that it was your team's fault that I wasn't able to detect the so called "arrogance". I'm glad you've learned something from that terrible experience." He took a sip from his glass.

"So am I, sir. Although, there's been something that has been bothering me."

"What is it?"

"I've already admitted that the failure is my fault, even though I had prepared everything carefully. But, as you already know, we bumped into some unexpected obstacles that we could not have predicted without proper guidance," Caitlyn tried to explain.

"I'm not sure what exactly you mean, Caitlyn."

Caitlyn inhaled sharply. "I mean that the PROJECT corporation has been withholding information from us, which is one of the reasons why this disaster happened in the first place."

Cayton regarded her words carefully for a moment. He took another sip off his wine, studying her with his dark eyes. "Please take no offense but I believe you're are negatively inclined against the company, thus you're saying this."

"Pardon me?"

Cayton leaned back on his chair. "You've had had a bad experience with them already, I understand that. But the thing is, you can not make an accusation based on one event."

Caitlyn looked at him in utter disbelief. "You cannot be serious! This is definitely not an accusation based off a singular event. If we had known anything about Warwick or Pyke, we could have avoided this outcome!"

"Caitlyn," Cayton said in a warning tone. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"So I'm crazy then," Caitlyn scoffed. "Because what I just said doesn't have a logical basis."

"It is not that. It is that you actually don't know. The corporation hasn't withheld any information," Cayton deadpanned, emphasizing on the world "any".

Caitlyn glared at him, preparing to retort, only for the realization to hit her right them. The silence that fell upon them was deafening.

"You knew," she whispered. "You knew all along."

"Of course I knew, Caitlyn. How could we establish trust if-"

He was cut off by Caitlyn suddenly jumping off her chair, throwing it to the ground, slamming her hands on his office. Her shoulder complained and Caitlyn struggled to keep a straight face but it didn't bother her at the moment.

"You do realize this makes you just as responsible for the deaths of those men and women as me, right?" Caitlyn pointed an accusing finger at him. "You withheld vital information from me and my team, information that could have been useful!"

Cayton blinked, almost unphased. "Do you believe that knowing all this could have prevented their deaths?"

"I could have at least taken some measures, that's for sure!" Caitlyn shouted at his face. The moment she realized what she had done, she pushed herself away, taking a deep breath. "We're done here," she whispered before turning around to leave.

"I'm not entirely sure that you're the one dismissing people, Caitlyn," came Cayton's voice from behind. "You aren't going anywhere until I tell you."

Caitlyn was this close to punching him straight in the face but obeyed. What else could she do?

"Listen to me," said Cayton very calmly, which annoyed Caitlyn even more but she managed not to show it - at least, that's what she thought. "There are many things you yet to understand and I wish I could explain but it wouldn't be wise right now. You know that I hold you in high regard Caitlyn. There are many things I'd like to teach you because I really do believe that one day you could become my successor."

His words caught her off guard but Caitlyn knew exactly why he told her this now. If he believed he could trick her like that, then maybe Cayton didn't know her at all. She didn't respond. No, she wasn't going to give Cayton that satisfaction.

"And just a small advice before you go. You should always talk with your brain, not your heart. I hoped you already knew that but I was wrong." Cayton stared back at her. "You may go now," he eventually dismissed her. Caitlyn made sure to slam the door behind her on her way out.

She returned furiously to her office, winning more glances along the way but she couldn't care less, and once again she was met by the loneliness of the room. Caitlyn looked around and over the papers she had been reading before. Even staring at them made her angry. In a moment of madness, she threw them all away, scattering them across the office with a frustrated yell. Her shoulder complained and she had to sit down, holding her head in her hand.

"Fucking bastard," she mumbled under her breath.

Caitlyn wasn't sure how long she had been standing at the middle of the storm by herself when she heard a knock on the door. Her first thought was to not open and let whoever wanted to talk to her see this scenery but she did not wish to deal with the consequences of that either, so she answered the door by opening a button and returning to her original position. She heard footsteps but she didn't even raise her head to see who it was.

"Wow. Did a tornado go through in here?" Caitlyn couldn't mistaken that voice anywhere. Her eyes traveled at the door where she spotted Vi standing, looking around curiously. Unconsciously, Caitlyn stood up.

"Vi." The name slipped her tongue. Seeing here right there brought her great relief but then she remembered that the cop hadn't bothered once while she in hospital. She cleared her throat. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Shen messaged me that you decided to show up today and hoped that I could put some sense into your thick skull. The real question is, what are you doing here, Caitlyn? You were injured!"

"Didn't see you caring while I was at the hospital," Caitlyn scoffed, crossing her arms.

Vi was shocked but then she lowered her head. "You're right," she mumbled. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I came here. I should leave…"

Caitlyn suddenly panicked upon realizing what she had just said. "No, please don't! I-" she cursed under her breath. She rubbed her temples. "No, I am sorry. I shouldn't be taking my anger on you. You've done nothing wrong."

"That's debatable. But answer me this, what happened in here?" Vi pointed around.

Caitlyn sighed. "I just found out something outrageous and I might or might not have snapped."

"That bad?"

"Cayton, my boss. He knew about Warwick and Pyke. Never said anything about it until now," Caitlyn explained with a frown. "He claimed that it wouldn't have changed anything. Asshole."

Vi was obviously shocked to hear Caitlyn swear, save for calling names at her boss. "And here I was thinking you were mad at me." She chuckled.

Caitlyn smiled softly. "Frankly, I'm not mad at you. Just… dissapointed."

Vi looked ashamed. She awkwardly scratched the back of her neck. "I just wasn't sure if it was appropriate to show up after what happened," she uttered. "I mean, I did run away like a coward," she scoffed.

"You panicked. That's alright." Caitlyn moved closer to her, like she was being driven by an unknown force. "I understand," she assured Vi.

The PROJECT shook her head. "Please, don't do this to me," she whispered.

Caitlyn acted dumb. "Do what?"

"Don't act like you don't understand what I mean!" Vi exclaimed, stepping back.

"Are you scared of me?" Caitlyn asked, moving closer once again.

"I'm not scared of you. I'm afraid of what's happening between us," Vi confessed.

Caitlyn reached for her face. She had seen Vi do it countless times before so it shouldn't be so hard. She found the button and pressed. Vi's mask disappeared, revealing her eyes. The PROJECT looked surprised at first but didn't complain.

"I'm afraid too," Caitlyn admitted. "But not for the reasons you might think."

"You? Afraid? That's new."

"Well, despite of what you might think of me, I'm still a human at the end of the day, which I only realized when I met you," Caitlyn admitted. "And I'm afraid because of the nature of my job. I'm usually gone for too long but it's not only that. It's… It's the possibility of meeting another version of someone I care about in another timeline. It has happened and… it was cruel. I swore to never let it happen again. It's hard."

Vi blinked, seemingly at a loss of words. "I… That's not what I expected to hear."

Caitlyn smiled sadly. "I told you. I'm scared but not for the reasons you have in mind."

"But Caitlyn, I am a machine!" Vi argued. "Do you understand what that means? I can't offer you what you need, I can't offer you a human touch. You don't want to be involved with someone like me. That's why I ran away. I tried to avoid this but I couldn't help it and then I panicked!"

"No," Caitlyn said in determination. She reached out her hand and cupped Vi's cheek, caressing it softly with her thumb. It was cold but she didn't mind it. "You're more human than any other person I've ever met in my life - even so more myself - and you proved that to me again and again."

Before Vi knew what was happening, Caitlyn closed the distance between them. The bliss she had experienced three days ago returned full force and she allowed herself to relax under the Pulsefire's touch. It didn't last long but it was enough to speed up both of their heartbeats. Caitlyn rested her forehead against Vi's.

"I promise you that once all this is over, we'll find a solution together," she whispered. She had spent all her life pushing people away but not this time. This time Caitlyn was willing to take the risk and make the leap.

"There's no guarantee that there's a solution to my condition," Vi objected.

"We are not alive, are we, if we don't take the odd risk?*" Caitlyn inquired with a smile.

Vi couldn't help but smile in turn. She couldn't believe what she was experiencing right now. Her heart swell in happiness. "Thank you. No one would go the extra mile for me," she said.

"Why wouldn't they, if they knew what a wonderful person you are?"

"Are you talking about yourself now? So arrogant!"

They both chuckled. Caitlyn's eyes landed on the papers laying on the floor and she sighed. She let go off Vi and picked one up.

"I need to tidy this mess up," she realized.

"Then I will help you," Vi offered as she picked another paper up and handed to Caitlyn with a grin.

Caitlyn grabbed it. "I might take on that offer." She smirked.

Riven had never been more tired in her life before, both physically and mentally. Every muscle of her body complained at every move and her head was killing her. When Caitlyn sent them home, she was more glad than she could ever admit openly. She was so exhausted that she didn't worry about nightmares interrupting her sleep.

Riven was right. Once she lied down on her bed, she fell into a dreamless slumber and didn't wake up until a long while later. When she did, it was dark outside. She blinked several times, trying to adjust her eyes. However, Riven realized she wasn't alone in her room; she screamed, trying to keep the covers around her body.

"Shh! Keep it down, will you?" Irelia shushed her.

"W-what are you doing here?!" Riven was fretting. "It's-" She looked at the clock on the bedside. "Four in the morning!"

"Nothing! I just wanted to talk to you but you were asleep so I decided to wait. I didn't know when you were going to get up!" Irelia raised her hands in defense.

"Couldn't that wait until the morning?" Riven asked breathlessly.

"You've been sleeping fifteen hours straight, it's not my fault! And can you please calm down?" Irelia almost begged her.

"Calm down? Calm down? You're here standing like nothing's going on and I'm here naked!"

Riven swore she saw Irelia blush furiously, something she never thought she'd witness. She mumbled something incoherent, something like "How should I know you sleep without any clothes on?" before walking out, utterly embarrassed.

"What the hell," Riven muttered. "I swear this must be some really bad dream, I can't explain it otherwise." She pinched herself but nothing happened. Sighing, she quickly got out of bed and looked for some clothes to wear.

Running a hand through her messy, white hair, Riven entered her living room to find Irelia waiting for her, looking outside her window. The scenery on its own was weird and created a mixture of feelings to Riven. On the one hand, she was glad to see Irelia again but on the other, the Pulsefire agent was supposed to arrest her and that alone complicated things for her. She cleared her throat and the PROJECT turned around to look at hair. She examined Riven, obviously relieved that she wasn't naked any longer and she wasn't embarrassed anymore.

"Would you like anything to drink? Coffee, perhaps?" Riven awkwardly asked.

Irelia shook her head. "No, thank you. I uh… don't really drink anything."

"Oh." Riven realized how stupid her question must have sounded and silently cursed herself. "Well uh… I'll make myself some coffee. Make yourself feel at home." Then she rushed at her kitchen.

Riven returned a few minutes later with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. In the meantime, Irelia had awkwardly sat on her couch and waited for her completely still. Riven wasn't sure if she found this funny or scary. She sat down and took a sip off her coffee.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" she asked.

"Nothing in particular," Irelia responded. "I just wanted to check on you, see how you were doing."

Riven almost choked on her coffee. "Oh that's… really sweet of you," she managed to say. "I'm fine. Just a little bit tired is all."

Irelia practically glared at her. "You can't expect me to believe that you're fine after everything that happened."

She wasn't exactly wrong. With Caitlyn's injury and the reinforcements arriving, the situation had escalated way too quickly. Everything had been a blur. Riven could remember rivers of blood and lots of screaming, shouting, growling, shooting and clashing of blades before Pyke and Warwick managed to escape, living behind seven people dead and numerous others severely injured. She had been lucky enough to escape with just a couple of scratches and bruises. If Irelia and her team hadn't show up, she wouldn't have been so lucky.

Riven shook her head. "Well, as fine as I would get. What happened? Did you get them?"

"No, they escaped. And don't change the subject," Irelia warned.

"Sometimes it feels like I'm trapped in a loophole," Riven admitted, taking another sip. "Trapped in the same sequence of events. Different places, different people, yet the same outcome. I lost seven colleagues that night."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pressure you," Irelia apologized, obviously ashamed.

"No, it's okay," Riven assured her. "I believe I need to talk about it even if it hurts to remember." She closed her eyes for a moment before reopening them. "I just can't believe I let it happen again."

"It wasn't your fault, Riven," Irelia reassured. "Pyke and Warwick are fairly strong. We couldn't even stop them. What were you going to do anyways?"

Riven pressed her lips into a thin line. "It doesn't matter," she argued through gritted teeth. "I should have been able to protect them. The only thing I did is to prove that I haven't learned anything from my mistakes."

"Riven-"

"It should have been me, not them," Riven continued. "If I had been able to stop Warwick at the very beginning, none of this would have happened, none of them would've-"

"Shut up!"

The agent blinked. "What?"

"Just shut up." Irelia rolled her eyes. "You're talking crazy. Just listen to me." She left the couch and sat next to Riven. Much to her surprise, she didn't crawl away. In fact, the Pulsefire remained perfectly still, looking at her with a shocked expression. "This is nonsense. You were prepared for an entirely different situation and you bumped into something none of you could have predicted. I bet even Caitlyn didn't see that coming. You did your best, you fought hard. But death is inevitable. If it was meant to happen, there was nothing you could have done."

Riven was at the verge of tears. She placed her cup onto the table. "I'm sick and tired of seeing people die, Irelia. People that I know and care about when I could have done something about it. I'm tired of disappointing everybody." She sniffled.

"Riven…"

"You know, this has happened again, once." Riven wiped some tears away. "A few years ago. Caitlyn had been furious at all of us, but I think especially at me. I wouldn't be surprised if she is mad again."

"Did she tell you that?"

"No. She's hard to read but I'm pretty sure-"

"Well, you're just making an assumption, a false assumption that is," Irelia cut her off.

Riven shook her head again. "I don't deserve this job or this life, for that matter. You should have killed me when you had the chance."

Irelia narrowed her eyes. "Even if I should have killed you, as you so wrongly claim, I wouldn't. And I most certainly won't, even if I do remember."

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you…" said Riven sadly.

"Well, I don't care. But I'm swearing you right here, right now that if I do recall the events of Zaun, I shall not harm you in any way," Irelia promised, her eyes flashing.

"Why? Why are you doing this, Irelia?" Riven's upper lip trembled.

"Because you deserve something better than hating yourself," she deadpanned.

Riven galped. Was she trying to make her cry? Seemed like it. She tried to shift the conversation towards a different direction. "Have you been able to remember anything?"

Irelia shook her head no. "Every time I try, I get a terrible headache. I've decided to stop trying, let memories come on their own."

"Has it worked?"

"A bit, yes." Irelia nodded. "I got some random memories from my childhood but that's just it."

Riven paused for a moment. "I was thinking, maybe it's better if you don't remember Zaun at all."

Irelia was taken aback. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"It's rather painful." Riven eyed her. "And I wouldn't want anyone else to go through the same torture as me. Perhaps you're lucky to have lost your memory of that event."

"But what about forgiving you?"

Riven chuckled humorlessly. "I wouldn't go as far as putting someone through pain just to get my forgiveness."

The darkness remained outside. The sun wouldn't rise until an hour later at least. Irelia looked outside. It was time to leave if she wanted to get back safely.

"You're a good person Riven, even if you don't see it," she said as she stood up. "Perhaps it's time you gave yourself a little bit more credit."

"Are you leaving?" The Pulsefire asked, standing up herself.

"I ought to if I want to get back before sunrise," Irelia explained. There was a not so awkward silence between the two of them. "I can come again one night - only if you want me to, of course."

"Isn't that dangerous? I wouldn't want you to risk your head for me."

"I wouldn't mind, actually," Irelia admitted, a small smile playing on her lips. "But I wouldn't want to put you into a difficult situation. You're supposed to arrest me."

"That is never going to happen even if I seriously tried to." Riven laughed. "I mean, I could trick you into coming again here and trap you but-"

"-but you aren't going to since you're so very fond of me." Irelia smirked.

Riven felt her cheeks warm a bit. "Yes."

Irelia approached the nearest window and opened it. Riven understood what she was about to do a second earlier.

"Don't tell me you climbed all the way here!" she exclaimed.

"Why? Do you think it's impossible?" Irelia inquired.

"No, just… Nevermind." Riven shook her head. "Just before you go, I got a question."

"Sure, ask away."

"There's someone that has been bothering me." Riven frowned. "That night, I saw Vayne and Fiora with you. Well, not too surprised about Vayne but Fiora? Isn't she supposed to be with the other PROJECTS?"

"As far as I'm concerned, they've been separated for a while now," Irelia responded.

"And you wouldn't happen to know where they currently are."

"No."

"But of course, even if you did, you wouldn't tell me. Sorry, that was a stupid question."

"You ought to ask," said Irelia with a reassuring smile. "Goodbye Riven. Take care of yourself."

"You too, Irelia. Be careful out there."

"Out there should be careful of me," Irelia said before disappearing out of the window. Riven could swear she saw her winking at her.

*A small reference from "Gentleman Jack". I highly recommend watching this series if you haven't already.