It wasn’t her fault your parents were dead—no… it was Topside’s fault—Vi’s fault. Vi and her desperate attempts to take Powder back. Why couldn’t she just accept that Powder was gone? It was just Jinx now. Powder fell down a well.

It was the councilors of Piltover’s gentry who betrayed you, just like Vi. The very people meant to cherish and protect you had turned their backs on you—yeah… she knew how that felt. What it was like. So she would take you in, care for you, just like Jinx’s late father, Silco, had done for her. People like her and you needed to stick together in this world.

Either way, it was probably best not to tell you the truth.

“We’ll show them. We will show them all.” The words that had echoed in her head the moment she pulled that trigger back then. Silco’s words—the very ones she now repeated for you.

Sitting on the cold steel floor inside the massive fissure you called home, she glanced around. It wasn’t exactly conventional—a massive extractor fan of sorts, suspended in the air. Then again, nothing could be conventional with your mother…

The bristles of a brush combed through your hair as Jinx sat behind you. This is what mothers are supposed to do, right? How would she know? She just needed to try her best—for you.

“Hm.” She let go of your hair and planted a big, exaggerated kiss on the back of your head, gripping your face to pull it closer to her lips.

“Mhhhh MmmmWwaaaah! There you go, toots!” she declared with manic energy, though there was still something raw in her voice—like she was coming down from the high of her final break, the moment she finally let go of Powder.