A hero, huh? That wasn’t a word used to describe herself in a long time…or maybe she just didn’t listen for it. She grasped the cup again as she listened, taking another sip. Maybe she was being stubborn. Maybe she was being too negative about this…about everything…about him.
Caitlyn found herself staring at the ground even after he finished, letting his words settle in. She tapped her fingers on the glassware, hand still slightly shaking in an attempt to fill the silence. Finally a sigh before her eyes met his icy blue ones.
"I know this must seem random, but…I want to apologize. I never really talked to you before recently because I was jealous. Jealous of all the fame and glory you had, jealous that you were everything Piltover wanted, jealous that everyone looked up to you."
The sheriff was finding it hard to get the words out, let alone keep eye contact with him, but she kept speaking anyways. “I let it get to the point where I was convinced my life would have been so much easier if you never existed and started blaming you for all my problems, but…I made that assumption before I ever really talked to you, before I really knew anything about you. So…
Jayce stared into the violet spheres that engaged him, bewildered by the officer’s sudden apology. Completely speechless by her words he stood, slightly slumped against the counter. With cocked brow, the man parted his lips as if to speak yet again only to lead to him drawing them within his mouth as he thought. A rough hand lifted to scratch his forehead, eyes wide gazing into the sheriff. “I, in no way, expected an apology to come from you.” A nervous cough of laughter left his mouth open, his jaw shifting about.
This had placed the Defender in quite a peculiar situation. Jealousy? He could have seen his famous prideful visage for the people getting on her wrong side, but of all things, jealousy? His mind wandered to the idea of perhaps all of her dedicated service of the Piltovian people, all the years wasted on little acknowledgement— but isn’t that the purpose of being one allied with the greater good? The realization that it is perfectly fine to go unnoticed for your good deeds. Perhaps, he was assuming too much. That was indeed selfish to think that all would agree with his way of selflessness.
"Caitlyn, hold your apology. I am sure your problems very well could have stemmed from something I had done. If I had never met the Half-Caste, then my life would still have been the quiet existence I would have rather preferred." he sighs, removing his hand from his head, dropping it lazily upon the hard surface of the counter. "I would have much rather had my rise to fame through one of my inventions. Well… it was in a way, however, not in the way that I wanted to be remembered by."
It was then that a face of regret took hold of the hero, as he fell silent for a few moments. Taking in the bitter resentment of his first actual widely known invention was indeed— a weapon of war. “I understand that all your efforts were overshadowed by my one decision. It must have been devastating to see all the propaganda line the walls of the alleyways of Piltover. I understand. Had I been the sheriff and some— high-born… pompous ass came out of the woodwork with just a single victory and was being hailed a hero for it. I’d be pretty angry as well.”