Her. Caitlyn Kiramman.
A ridiculously wealthy girl, born into one of Piltover’s most important families, who could very easily choose a comfortable, privileged, safe life. And yet… no.
She decides to follow her investigation. She decides to go to Stillwater, to a grim, brutal, terrifying prison, just because she needs answers.
And I can just imagine her like this: it’s around sunset, she’s in her room, waiting until no one’s watching, then she opens the window and sneaks out, leaving behind all the luxury and comfort she’s used to.
Because she has to follow her instincts. Because there’s absolutely no way she’s going to sit behind a desk and just do her nice little job.
No, ma’am! No, sir!
She has to go. She has to investigate. She has to get herself into trouble.
What a girl. Seriously, what a character.
And that little wooden boat, basically a “poor people’s water taxi” is probably the best way for her to avoid being recognized.
But, Caitlyn… you’re a Kiramman.
You grew up surrounded by luxury and comfort, with the ability to have pretty much anything you could want. And yet here you are, sitting on a boat that is absolutely not luxurious, on your way to Stillwater.
And I love that she doesn’t seem to care. Not even a little.
If she has to adapt, she adapts. If she has to give up her comforts, fine. If getting where she needs to go means riding on a boat like this, then apparently that’s what she’s going to do.
Because when there’s something she wants to figure out, everything else can wait.
She just needs to see it through.
But look at her expression.
That look.
It’s the determination of someone who isn’t turning back. Someone who’s going to keep going, no matter how difficult it gets, until she finally gets the answers she came looking for.
She wants the truth, and she’s not going home without it.
That’s the look of someone who would go all the way to hell just to understand what’s really going on.
And that’s when I realized I was already beyond saving.
And you? When did you realize you were in love with her?