#empirelead

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ㅤㅤ𝓞pal pursed her lips together as her brows furrowed with irritation that her sister claimed that she's shrunk. ❝It hasn't been that long since we've seen each other.❞ Though after everything that happened years ago, she wouldn't be opposed to it being a little longer. ❝Maybe you should stop wearing heels or platforms?❞

ㅤㅤ❝𝓐t least I don't scare and threaten people into joining an organization that will bring more harm than good.❞

“ the … thing ? oh , OH!

Caitlyn was like a live wire. She should've been resting but she couldn't just sit in bed while everything was happening. No, what kind of detective would she be if she just let all this information leave her grasp? It's not like her injuries were too severe either. A few bandages here and there, nothing more...well, maybe an ache or two from the blast itself but that didn't bother her as much as it bothered her parents. The few times they had come to check on her, they found her roaming around her room like a madman and she had thought about telling them everything, telling them all her findings and theories and such but in the end, she kept her mouth shut. It's not that she didn't think they'd support her, she knew they wouldn't but it was out of love. It was out of care for her. Still, that didn't mean Caitlyn wasn't bugged by it.

On top of everything, Jayce had come to check on her as well but only to tell her that she was out of a job. He tried to soothe her with some pathetic offer at a job, a security guard or whatever but Caitlyn wasn't having it. At least he listened to her ramble. That was the least anyone could do. "Jayce, go, I won't discuss this anymore," Caitlyn ordered with a bitter tone but when there wasn't an immediate answer, she stepped off of her ottoman and turned around to meet an old friend. Or someone she hoped was still a friend. She needed those more than ever it seemed. "Kuvira," the sniper said softly. Despite the rows of flowers laid along her room, Kuvira still looked strong as she stood near the doorway. "Oh dear, I must look a mess," Caitlyn mumbled and chuckled a bit before she held her arm shyly. "What brings you here?"

Kuvira barely registered THE DULL FOOTSTEPS walking across the wooden floor with a deadened echo. She combed her fingers through her hair , pushing the messy dark locks away from her face. "How long has it been since Guan's reign of terror ended?" She asked , tired eyes gazing into a sea of worry. SLEEP HAS ALWAYS ALLUDED HER.

spirits ! that long ?