Caitlyn nods. She knows this room, but she isn't sure where it is in the city. She wasn't conscious for her journey here the first time, and now... how in the world have they ended up back here?
"We're in Piltover." There's a faint tinge of hope in her voice. Are they in her own world? Is she home? The hope, though, is tempered by a faint feeling of something not quite right. This isn't truly Piltover, something about it is off. But she can't put her finger on what. Like dream logic, all the inconsistencies and oddities are smoothed over.
"If we've managed to get back to my world, then there's a way to get you back to yours." But first...
She notices her rifle lying on the table. How did that get there? She thought she'd never see it again. She picks it up, looks it over, making sure it really is hers. She'll need it to put a stop to Silco and Jinx once and for all.
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"We're in Piltover." There's a faint tinge of hope in her voice. Are they in her own world? Is she home? The hope, though, is tempered by a faint feeling of something not quite right. This isn't truly Piltover, something about it is off. But she can't put her finger on what. Like dream logic, all the inconsistencies and oddities are smoothed over.
"If we've managed to get back to my world, then there's a way to get you back to yours." But first...
She notices her rifle lying on the table. How did that get there? She thought she'd never see it again. She picks it up, looks it over, making sure it really is hers. She'll need it to put a stop to Silco and Jinx once and for all.