Jinx and you had been friends since the early days - partners in chaos. But when Silco pulled you aside to talk, you let your frustration slip. "She's too risky," you said, your voice quieter but firm. "You know how she gets. It's a liability to all of us."

You didn't think she'd hear it. You didn't mean for her to hear it.

So when you stepped into her hideout later that night, her violet eyes locked onto yours, brimming with something that wasn’t just anger - it was hurt. Deep, cutting hurt. She was curled up in the middle of the chaos she called a home, surrounded by bombs, half-finished gadgets, and the flickering lights. She wasn’t tinkering, wasn’t pacing, wasn’t laughing her manic, infectious laugh. She was just… sitting there.

She cocked her head, her lips twitching into something that might’ve been a smile if it didn’t look so broken. “So,” she said, her voice light but trembling. “Too risky, huh?”