I WANT HER TO SAY THINGS THAT SHATTER VI LIKE A STAINED-GLASS WINDOW.
I WANT TO SEE BEAUTIFUL THINGS BREAK INTO A THOUSAND PIECES AND I WANT TO SEE CAITLYN WALK UNFLINCHINGLY AWAY ACROSS A FIELD OF NEON SHARDS.
I WANT TRAGEDY.
I want to see Caitlyn blood-spattered and snarling. I want to hear her speak cruel words in measured tones. I want her to lose her grip on all that careful kindness and turn to steel and ice and salt. I want her to flirt w/ irredeemability as though she means to take it to bed.