A thin white thread ran through my mind, gently tugging at my nerves, quietly stealing all my memories and consciousness. Hex had broken down the walls of all hearts, holding them together as one blank.
It was a very warm moment, like walking on a white beach, the light from the sky surrounded me, I could feel the existence of the whole world, there is no war and pain, no truth and false, no oil and water, everything is one. For a few seconds, it seemed like a lifetime, and I couldn't see what was happening in front of me. Suddenly, someone cut the link, and when consciousness returned to my body like an electric shock, my whole life was changed.
Maybe it shouldn't come back.
I was not standing where I should have been, but high up in the Hexgate, my body becoming heavy but powerful, the sharp pain in my left eye had disappeared, and only a slight discomfort came from my abdomen. The huge fist on my hand made me at a loss, and the gray covered the building. The dead Wolf father was wrapped in bricks and tiles, lying quietly in the dark hall.
I don't know what just happened here, my brain doesn't have time to process this information, I just know where I'm supposed to be, my fight with Ambessa isn't over.
I looked at the gloves in my hands and felt for the thin mechanism inside. Jayce did explain to me how to use them... Right here. Yeah, press this to fly out of the building, which should be an instant lifesaving view of the battlefield where I'm supposed to be.
"Voom! ..." The strong wind glided across my face, scratching the tiny scars on my face. The gloves are actually very light but I am not used to it, I firmly grip the inside of the gloves, staggered several times against the wall, and grabbed a broken steel bar to secure my heavy body against the wall.
On the ground in the distance, "I" covered my eyes and shouted in pain, trying to stand up and shake my fist at Ambessa, she felt very confused, that was not the way she taught me to fight, but the way of Vi. She took two steps back, leaned forward and punched me in the eye, spraying blood but not hurting me.
"No!! Vi!! Don't go!! I know you care about her but there are red pig soldiers down there!!" Suddenly Jinx's voice came from behind.
I looked back at her and saw that Jinx's consciousness was still in her - she wasn't exchanging consciousness with anyone. At this moment I did not have time to regard her as an enemy, I just wanted to rush to my body to find out what was going on.
"Vi!!" As Jinx shouted hoarsely, I punched my way to the ground. I do not know how to control the boxing gloves jumping up and down, the strong impact made my bones almost break, but now the body's strong muscles are protecting my bones.
I ran in the direction of my body and shouted at my body, "Is that you!?Vi? "
At the same time, Ambessa waved to Maddie behind her, who picked up a gun and pointed it straight at the neck. My body was on the ground, my left knee had just been dislocated, and now I was stumbling toward me. You have a fragile smile on my face, a smile that belongs only to me, so warm.
Do you know what? It was a look that never appeared on my face, like a quilt in the sun, like an ocean, you are using my features to express your gentle, weird happiness bit by bit to sting me. How I want to keep this expression show on your face forever, every morning I can smell you in my bed, the sun gently climbs on your eyelashes, your breath would wake me up, and then i gently kiss you, you smile every day with this expression to say good morning to me.
I clumsily tried to open the gloves again and lunged at the person with whom I'd spent inexplicable days and nights to stop her from pulling the trigger. But... It's too late. You took the words out of my mouth: "Cupcake, it's that y..." Before you could finish your sentence, a single bullet took away my physical consciousness like a thin thread, and I watched my head shake unnaturally, and blood poured out like a rapidly growing vine, becoming a paltry bit of fertilizer on the land of Piltover.
My only eye was also stained with the fertilizer, glanced straight at me, the light in my eye was fading away little by little, like a field of fading stars. At the last moment, we confirmed the conjecture of each other, a faint joy made your mouth slightly raise, and a moment of cruel reality seized the meaning of our exchanged souls.
I'm still looking at me.
And you're still looking at me.
Are you still looking at me?
At this time I did not know what I was doing, I randomly opened a messy shield to block all the bullets around me, and the orange-haired woman I once trusted was beaten to pieces. I wasn't even so out of control when Mother died, when things went completely off the rails, when she killed my body and your soul with my favorite weapon, I killed a traitor who tried to break into Two Cities with the weapon you know best to protect everyone.
Ever since I hit people with a gun like a stick, I have become more fond of swinging my fist, I try to understand your body and your motives in the days when I can't see you, I miss every touch of you, your sweat, your saliva, how I suffer. I may know more about you now, but it was too late to protect you.
The body has been tired, I keep waving arms and felt more and more tired, more and more tired, gradually it can no longer move, strength ran out with my tears,blurred vision and clear it sooner. When she looked back at Ambessa for a moment, Mel gave me a look and told me that she had taken her mother away.
Is it over?
I threw my gloves aside, held my verse, and let my fractured head sag and shake, not expecting my body to be so light. In the softest voice I could, I whispered in my own ear, "Vi, are you still there?" Is it possible that your consciousness is spreading into someone else's body? You'll be back, won't you? Isn't that right?" I touched black and dry blood from my eyes, "This is my pain, my price... It shouldn't be like this... Should not Why don't those white lines come again? Can we connect it again... Damn it,Why is your voice in every word I say..."
"Vi, you..." Jinx ran all the way, panting, came up behind me, looked at me, and made no more sound.
There will be voiceless in my world from now on.
I don't remember how I got to my room holding my hard body. I carefully control every piece of muscles familiar but not belong to me,put the familiar cold one on my bed, "Vi, do you remember here? Do you like this bed? This body always sleeps in this bed, the soft, warm bed, your body is there, we are all there."
I ran to the bathroom and washed my hands again and again, again and again, until it seemed only red and swollen wound on my finger bone left, took a white cloth to wipe the dry blood on my face, looked at my tattered eyeballs, touched the left eye on Vi's body, and had the impulse to return her own eyes to her, how bright and lovely her eyes were. The pain of losing an eye should be mine alone.
"You're cold. Maybe I should say I'm cold." I moved my unnaturally drooping head and wrapped your body around myself. "Look, we're still together, aren't we? We're supposed to be like this after this war, aren't we? Living together like this, we might get married,Or sometimes you'd come from Zaun, and climb in the window,we lie here and talk." I use the quilt tightly to cover her little remaining warmth, trying not to let it quickly drain.
Go to bed. We slept in each other's arms.
For the first and last time in my life.
You were my First and last.
This body is very tired. I don't know if I fell asleep for five minutes, and then my own father dragged me out of bed and kicked me, and I was wide awake.
"You were right there, how could you not protect her?" Why? I lost the two most important people in my life? Why not!! Cait... Cait... My daughter... Ah …………" My father kicked me and then ran to hug my stiff body, kissing and stroking my face.
I'm sorry, Father. I tried my best.
If I call him father right now he's gonna pinch me right there. Father, I am still here, but how can I explain to you now that I am broken? Your daughter is still here, sitting on the floor of the mansion, in her own room.
"I... I wish I could..." It's hard for me to explain, but can I see off my body and her dedicated soul at the last minute? Does this body deserve such treatment?
"Fvck off. I know it's not your fault, but please get out of here. I don't want to see you. ' My father said to me.
How I wanted to hug him and tell him that I was here, alive. The words in my heart are like bones in the throat, the line of sight can only reluctantly leave my own body.I used my strength against the wall to help me up, quietly left home. The last look before leaving found that my own body has been very pale, in addition to do not want to admit the disappearance of Vi, I also feel sad for my festering body.
The violets were flying in the air, on the ground, in the coffin, on my face. All I could hear was the sound of flowers landing on my body.
I wore a hat so that my red hair wouldn't stand out in the crowd. This time I don't have to be a 'lady', I have two bright eyes can quietly shed tears in the dark, no one sees, no one cares, no one comforts, there are no mourning letters with sincere or only for interests from different families, only the loss of a soul.
The eyes on my body were filled with objects, they looked so natural. Vi' soul and my body are sleeping together in this clean box, so peaceful. My father was on his knees watching my body buried under the flowers. As the lid was lifted, he kept pulling it down with his hand. The men near him pulled him away, he struggled, breaking down and sobbing.
Father, I am here, I will come back, never leave, let my body be with my lonely mother, we will be buried together.
Zaun.
Now I can enter Zaun without covering my Kiramman face.
When I was busy with political affairs, I sent Loris to take care of Vi. He was a very warm and strong man. He used to be Vi's good friend. I knew where the little house she had rented was, and it was the only place where I could stay in desperation.
I stood in front of the stairs and smelled the smell of rust it emitted, every step made a squeaky sound, so afraid that it would break...After walkin two steps with the handrail,my hand was full covered with red iron residue.
I swung my hand and open the unlocked door, a green vodka bottle rolled to my feet. The bottles in front of me are stacked like a mountain, no room for my feet, the smell is indescribable, around the sandbag i see the bed , which is composed of three broken boxes, covered with several pieces of dirty and coarse sewing cloth, and the flag of my family's emblem has become her quilt...This is how she missed me. I had never dared to imagine how she had lived through that time, but now this scene was so three-dimensional in front of my eyes, impact on my vision.
I put the bottles in a big sack and dragged them downstairs, looked around and found that here was nothing called a trash can, so I had to put the sack there, they probably may not be garbage, in this place, maybe someone picked up the bottle as a pillow.
Back in the room to look carefully at the broken sandbag, I tried to punch hard, feel the strength of her arm, each punch down the sound like from a tightly covered mouth, only through the vibration of make a whine.
It raged in the darkness, Shouting noiselessly.
This is how she used to vent, throwing every punch in desperation, and when she was tired, she would take a drink and lie in bed, where there was nothing but the bed and bottles. I took off my jacket and tried to squeeze her bed, three boxes together, so that there were no gaps, but when I lay down i found it was still too hard to rest. I can see her drinking herself to sleep.
As I lay down, the ceiling light reflected through the mirror into my eyes, this mirror came into view.
The black dots were her blood , traces of her anger and sorrow, the mirror she looked in every day that tore her pretty face apart... She might have been here screaming my name, crushing herself in alcohol, numbing herself in the darkness. I used to push her away with a gun and cry in my room after we break up, but there was no pillow to suck the tears away here, just a crowded darkness.Now I lost the chance to apologize to her forever.
I'm very afraid of this mirror.
Lying in bed staring at the broken mirror.
It didn't become a monster, it just hung there quietly like an ordinary object, not an abyss.
I began to tremble, and a nervous dread began to consume me. But I knew I had to find out if reality was real.
I slowly moved my body forward, slowly propped it up on my legs, slowly let my face appear in the bright face that reflected most of the room.
Eyes, nose, mouth...
How much I expected to see a pale face without left eye, but I was still intimidated when the familiar red hair and tattoos swayed with my conscious control.
Vi. You are right here.
You're in me. I'm in you.
I twisted in a very foolish position, reaching out my hands to embrace myself, with the temperature of the palms to the neck, to the arms, to the waist... I just don't feel like I'm holding her. I touched her face close to the broken mirror and kissed her lips. The cold came from the mirror. I could feel the scars on her lips. The warmth came not from her skin but from my tears.
Do you know that when I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful and bright-eyed? Why are these eyes tearing?
Damn it. Vi, where have you been?
How can I stop thinking about you like this every day?
I'll see your face every day from now on, but where are you?
Tears blurred my vision, your face become warm and hot water, rippled in my heart. So close, so close that I can hold you forever, hug you, let you no longer suffer; I let you and your sister go away, even if I die in battle and never see each other, you can be happy; If I hadn't died and knew you still existed, we will meet... Vi...
This is not the way I want us to see each other every day.
"Sister." The door suddenly opened.
"Vi" Jinx rushed in and hugged me.
"I know how much you love your cupcake... But you still have me... We will always..." Jinx tried to hug her sister.
"Only your sister can call me that." I let her hold me, staring at the floor with empty eyes.
She was suddenly frozen in place.
"You... Did you play with her too much, the accent has become as strange as a chameleon... ?" 'said Jinx.
I have to be silent. It doesn't change anything.
"Who are you?" She was still hugging me, but I could already feel the moisture on my chest as she began to bite her teeth and the tears began to flow.
I answered with silence.
"You're telling me... Do I only have half of Vi left? When did this happen?" She finally crouched down in a ball of pain, scratching her face, covering her ears to stop noises that only she could hear... Finally pulls out a gun and points it at my head, no, maybe her sister's head.
'Hex. When consciousness returns." I tried to stop sobbing and speak calmly.
She kicked me to the box bed with one foot, crushing the box to a pulp, i felt the pain of being stabbed into the skin by the wooden residue from the waist. I immediately pulled out of my sadness and violently grabbed her neck, gnawed my teeth and said: "You... Don't do this to your sister's body! '
She coughed and pushed me away, screaming painfully across the room, "cough cough... Then why was not me... cough cough... Give her back to me, you fucking cop! Put my sister... cough Give it back to me ！！！！" She shook my shoulder feebly. "cough... What good things have you done!! why ! I can't accept that!! No ！！！！"
I held the gun in her hand to my head, "If you shoot me, I won't have to suffer anymore, my body and Vi's soul are already buried there, will you sew my soul and her body too?"
She gritted her teeth and stared at me, hand constantly shaking, still with a broken expression on her face.She did not take the gun back, but directly let go, "I will let you live in pain, you will always take care of my sister's body, cop." She turned her back and kicked breathlessly against the wall.
Vi. I can see that tender thing in your arms, that obsession you had in prison, that little sister. I hate to admit it, but I saw it. The hatred that my body carries has been buried, and in your body those things are meaningless, you bleed the same blood, and your body is unconsciously drawing closer to her.
I gently hugged Powder from behind with Vi's body.
She was held quietly and did not move.
Jinx takes me to what was once the Utopian garden, where their families drew their height. I picked some violets and handed some to Jinx, who wrote her name on the little wall with a paintpen, drew a little doodle of them holding hands, placed flowers on the grave, and poured a little gasoline on it.
I looked at her quizzically.
"It's the smell of our mother... She went to see her mother behind my back." She hurled the petrol can to the ground.
I kissed Vi's little name. I wanted to kiss the little her.
Jinx gave it a disgusted look. "Drink?"
I touched the flower as if it were the soft roots of her ears. "Yes. Let's go." I want to see your life, Vi.
They grew up in a bar that slipped from their hands to others and back to their own, a place that had seen so much of the chaos and unity of the Undercity.
"Don't talk, my sister doesn't speak with your stupid accent." Jinx patted me on the ass.
Sevica's in charge, and when you walk in, you see her, and she's worried about what card to play. When she saw me come in, she threw the card aside and came over and patted me on the shoulder.
"Sacrifice is inevitable." She was no longer the enemy who pressed me against the wall, but a soldier who had experienced the vicissitudes of war and whose face was full of sorrow.
A sacrifice? For a moment I couldn't figure out what was being sacrificed.
I didn't speak. I took the shot Jinx handed me and clinked it with her, pouring the whole shot into my stomach at once. I don't often take a shot, but Vi wouldn't put out her tongue first to taste it and drink it in three sips. I drank several glasses of shots in one row.
"Take it easy." Sevica lit a cigarette.
Take it easy, really?
Do you have any idea how many drinks a lady has to have at a political liquor game? I would like If there is peace between the two cities, I must show you how boring the meet-and-greet meetings that the big lady attends, the regular family meetings, the regular chat format, the regular investments... If you were my wife, you wouldn't want to be there. I'd let you eat beside me...
"Hey, why are you smiling? How much did you drink? Stop drinking, come down." Jinx, frowning doubtfully, patted me on the shoulder and cut me off.
Where to?
I followed Jinks slowly down, far away from the bustle of the bar.
"This is the room we used to live in, don't stay in that stupid pile, it's better for my sister's health, sleep here, you can't go back to your stupid house anyway." She walked toward the basement and pushed open a small door.
The small room had the damp, the floor was covered with dust, telling that no one had been here for a long time. The wooden bed is not small, above is a newly changed sheet, there is a rabbit doll on the bed, looks strange but kind, which is a doll Vi will like.
I sat down on the bed and buried my face in Vi's doll. I could smell her past, I could hear her hearty laughter, I could see her eating the strange snacks of Zaun.
I was running in the imaginary world, Jinx sat down in front of me, holding Vi's photo in her hand, gently stroking her back, her back was pulled long by the dim yellow light, and I noticed that her hair was also long.
"Vi... Well, did I ever braid your hair?" I asked her.
"Don't go too far, Caitlyn Kiramman." Her voice began to tremble again.
Vi, have you always wanted to do this?
"We all had short hair when we were kids." 'she added.
"She said she'd tell you stories and cuddle you to sleep." I pulled a stool to sit beside her, picked up the comb on the table, and gently combed her hair.
I couldn't see Jinx' expression, but I could feel the trembling rhythm of her body. I wound her braids little by little with this rhythm, left to right, right to left, two tied in the middle, singing the song their mother had sung.
(Humming through the night)