[Caitlyn reaches back into her rifle case and pulls out a torch, shining it around in a sharp, efficient survey of the interior. Mould, growing along the edge of the ceiling and along the wall where water's dripped down. Murky water, ankle-deep on the floor. A couple of closed doors, which pique Caitlyn's interest. And distressingly little else.
The air in here can't be very healthy to be breathing. It certainly doesn't smell good for one's health.
Clara's comments about her dad only make Caitlyn miss her own dad that much more. Yes, hers could be annoying, especially when he was being overprotective. But that really doesn't matter when it's been so long...
She's been here the better part of nine months. And all she left behind was a bloodstain on the bathroom floor. What would Jayce do, if he thought someone from the undercity killed her? He'd already gone off with Vi and started a fight. If he thought she was dead, would he start a war? Would her mother...?
A frown settles across her features.
She has to focus on the goal, not worry about all the terrifying thoughts of civil war that are suddenly tumbling end over end through her head. Or she'll drive herself mad.]
Let's find the beacon. So we can get back to our dads.
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The air in here can't be very healthy to be breathing. It certainly doesn't smell good for one's health.
Clara's comments about her dad only make Caitlyn miss her own dad that much more. Yes, hers could be annoying, especially when he was being overprotective. But that really doesn't matter when it's been so long...
She's been here the better part of nine months. And all she left behind was a bloodstain on the bathroom floor. What would Jayce do, if he thought someone from the undercity killed her? He'd already gone off with Vi and started a fight. If he thought she was dead, would he start a war? Would her mother...?
A frown settles across her features.
She has to focus on the goal, not worry about all the terrifying thoughts of civil war that are suddenly tumbling end over end through her head. Or she'll drive herself mad.]
Let's find the beacon. So we can get back to our dads.