A Cry in the Rain. (Closed.)

Graves listened to Cait speak. No...he does-int want to. Graves started to lower his gun but locked his eyes on right arm. It must go instead. But...just pull the trigger. Nobody would even know...No. Graves reached out the hand on the trigger and pulled the chair back to the door then griped the trigger again. He though about her words....SHOOT HER COWARD. "Drop the gun, Malcolm" Yes...drop it.

The thunder boomed.

He sat down in the chair, and just...dropped destiny to the ground, something cait knows he would never want to do. He just wnated the gun out of his hands, he slid it over to Cait with his foot. He just eyed at his right arm now. He must cut it off instead, he cant kill a friend. Making a deal with the devil will only just hurt him...not anyone else.

"Jus' in case." He said silently, his eyes fixated on his arm. "I...need your help Caitlyn" He said quietly and without a hint of happiness.

The Thunder boomed.

Graves removed his glove and rolled up the sleeve on his right arm. Next he removed the cape and set it on his lap.

Graves looked at her when she asked. "I can't tell you" He said it in such a way that it was not like he did not want to tell her...he just could not. " It would not end well." He then turned back to his arm and pulled the knife out of his pocket, setting it on his lap. He rewraped cloth to stop blood flow somewhat. He could not bring himself to do it.

" I need you....to cut my arm off." He looked at her. His expression was stern, it was not a joke or jest. " We can move into the rain."

The moment Caitlyn tapped Graves' hand, he would see magical energy spark from the Sigil of Silence. It leaped off his hand and struck Caitlyn's hand. Instead of making a mark on just her hand though, it snaked and winded up her arm and spread across her entire body. Dozens of Sigils now decorated Caitlyn's body, all pulsating with energy. If the situation was not as serious as Graves knew, he may laugh at the fact that she looked like Ryze.

Although much to the surprise of the Outlaw, she would not see the magical Sigils as they disappeared from sight, still etched on her. The most the sheriff of Piltover would feel would be something akin to a static shock, nothing overly worrying. She would see no sigil nor rune or anything off putting whatsoever.

LeBlanc's words would drift through Graves' ears in memory, Give me your right arm...or bring me the head of Caitlyn.

Upon the utterance of Caitlyn's offer, LeBlanc's voice now quite clearly in his head, though Caitlyn would not hear it.

"What did I tell you, Graves? Did you really think I would give you a choice? What should have tipped you off was the fact that I wanted the Sheriff of Piltover dead. Not a random target, but someone very influential, and now, I have killed two birds with one stone. Now, I have your right arm as mine and I can kill her at my leisure with none the wiser! I dictate your aim, I dictate who you kill, who you hunt, how you breath, or she dies a burning, screaming inferno of a death. Spontaneous combustion, a rare phenomenon but a recorded one, and she would suffer it the moment you warn her, with all of our previously spoken of conditions tacked on for extra sweetening. The difference is that I would make it last far, far longer than it would take to kill someone by burning them to death. Just like everything else in your life, if only you took personal responsibility, you wouldn't hurt others so much, hm? Poor Graves, it's like what your friend Fate says: The house always wins. Take the time now that the deal is sealed. All I will need is a verbal agreement in our time frame. No sooner, no later, than the allotted time, remember. I want you to bask, and realize the full extent of your actions. Tah tah dear, and remember when you are walking here..."

Graves would feel the faintest of kisses placed on his cheek, as though LeBlanc was actually there in person.

"How lonely it is to do so in the rain."