A name is a curious thing. If it’s repeated, it becomes solid. Steadfast. If it’s spoken by the right person, it becomes something extraordinary. Solid and fluid, all at once. Emotions coloring it, giving it new shades. Different situations pressing it into different molds. It can be whispered in a desperate moment, generating hope in a world of darkness. It can be shouted like it’s the only thing keeping the world together in the face of fear. It can be said so gently it feels like a kiss on the cheek. Vi’s name is becoming a reflex in Caitlyn’s mouth.
