Caitlyn had thought of herself as a lonely warrior, believing that while the whole world was drunk, she alone remained sober; while the whole world was sullied, she alone remained pure.
But who had never been young, never burned with passion?
It was not as though everyone had muddled through three hundred years before someone suddenly woke up and thought of changing this filthy, rotten world.
Caitlyn was not the first good person in the history of the Twin Cities.
There had been many good people in this world.
Especially in the civilized city of Piltover.
"This is what I like about Piltover." Heimerdinger said. "At least while your children are still young, you are willing to teach them about pure and beautiful things."
"Unlike Noxus. Children there are sent to the battlefield from a young age, and know nothing but burning, killing, looting, and pillaging all day long. Sigh, they are utterly barbaric."
"But Piltover is different. Even merchant families like yours always produce children who are gentle and kind, bright and passionate, shining as brilliantly as the sun."
"It is because of people like you that I have come to like humans."
Heimerdinger looked at Caitlyn approvingly, then sighed softly. "But children always grow up."
"Your mother loved touching my big head when she was little. When she grew older, she loved dragging me into discussions about her ideals. Later still, she began dreaming of changing the world. And after that, she only sat in that high council chair and called me Councilor Heimerdinger."
"Caitlyn, you are the same."
Hearing that, Caitlyn was rendered completely speechless.
At last, she understood why her mother had been so certain that she could not persuade Heimerdinger.
Because Heimerdinger was a Yordle. He had lived too long and seen too much.
Someone