[The machine makes some noises as it starts to brew behind her, and soon, the smell of the coffee wafts through the small room.]

As well as one can, I suppose. I feel... off. But that's hardly a surprise, the Council does love to mess with our heads.

[But Caitlyn hates feeling off. She's been off since the war with Noxus back home. She was trying so desperately to get back to some kind of normal, physically, only to be hit with this, mentally.]

I'm supposed to ask others about what justice means to them. It isn't even anything complex. But I'll take it, in comparison to what I had to do the first go-around.