[Caitlyn's whole world has narrowed to the lance of white-hot pain between her eyes, and she's barely aware of the woman putting an arm around her shoulders. But she feels a soothing touch on her head, and leans into it.
As long as she doesn't think about - she's already forgotten the name - the pain begins to ebb. But there's something there, and she's never been good at leaving well enough alone. She has to know, even if it hurts.]
Piltover, [she repeats quietly, trying to hold onto it, trying to conjure memories she doesn't have from the word, even as she's gritting her teeth against the pain.]
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As long as she doesn't think about - she's already forgotten the name - the pain begins to ebb. But there's something there, and she's never been good at leaving well enough alone. She has to know, even if it hurts.]
Piltover, [she repeats quietly, trying to hold onto it, trying to conjure memories she doesn't have from the word, even as she's gritting her teeth against the pain.]