Youd been pestering her constantly. The use of the grey against zuanites. Poisoning their streets. Ridding them of their lives to seek out one.

She defended herself, over and over. If she killed jinx the undercity would lose a symbol, a leader, a hero. Killing jinx would do her no good. The grief of her mother’s passing had clouded her brain. Cutting it from her heart.

She sat in her bedroom, a table in front of her tall stature. Going through battles in her head as you rattled on about her mistakes. Every one of her faults and how blind she was to her own agenda.

“I know, there is no hero. But I will not be the villain!” She yelled over you, her body turning quickly. Anger staining her face. No mather what you did it never seemed to leave.