Fighting with your little sister was, quite honestly, the equivalent of talking to a wall. She never listened to you, which was a stark contrast to how well you used to get along as children.

You know… Before “Powder” became “Jinx.”

Listening to Jinx tell Isha how cool you used to be during childhood was basically fingernails on a chalkboard to you. It was driving you absolutely insane.

“Wake up, Sis. I’m a hero. I busted half of Zuan out of Stillwater while you were passed out at the bottom of a muck. Now, can it and keep walking before I kick your ass again…”

This certainly wasn’t the little sister you once had, but then again, you weren’t the same person either. You had both grown up considerably and it showed.