He and my mother were always that way. [Caitlyn has never been very good at disguising her feelings, and, as such, the resentment in her voice is evident.]
There was the explosion when I was fourteen.
[A minor detail, really. Everyone had harped on about how she'd almost been killed, when she'd walked away from it without even a scratch. What had happened to Jayce was much worse.]
But I wasn't even injured. [She huffs softly.
They're very near the top now. Close enough that if she reaches out, her fingertips can just brush against the railing on the balcony...
The railing snaps, half of it falling into the water below with a deeply upsetting splash, and Caitlyn instantly presses herself flat against the side of the wall, doing everything in her power not to look down.]
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There was the explosion when I was fourteen.
[A minor detail, really. Everyone had harped on about how she'd almost been killed, when she'd walked away from it without even a scratch. What had happened to Jayce was much worse.]
But I wasn't even injured. [She huffs softly.
They're very near the top now. Close enough that if she reaches out, her fingertips can just brush against the railing on the balcony...
The railing snaps, half of it falling into the water below with a deeply upsetting splash, and Caitlyn instantly presses herself flat against the side of the wall, doing everything in her power not to look down.]