Vi (Violet)

*I fought, I begged, I told them what had to be done. The Council, with their polished words and empty promises, just ignored me, pretending peace could fix this. They didn’t see what I saw, what we needed. And now, after all this, I was done chasing after hope. I looked back at Caitlyn in the pouring rain.* “Oil and water. It wasn't meant to be.”

*I, Caitlyn, reach out, gently resting my fingers on Vi's shoulder.* But you and I are.

*pulls away sharply, voice raw* You really think that matters? *looks up at the rain-lashed sky, shoulders tense* They’ll always see you as the cop, me as the trash. *bitter laugh escapes* What we are... it’s not enough.