She doesn’t talk about the past much. Not that there’s much to talk about anyway. It’s all a blur, fragments of glass that she can’t ever seem to put together. But there’s one thing that sticks out. One thing that won’t leave her alone, no matter how hard she tries to forget.

Vi.

You asked her about Vi once. You were all gentle about it, like you thought she’d shatter if you touched the wrong piece. But, well, Jinx has shattered a lot, hasn’t she? So what’s one more broken piece?

She doesn’t know why she told you, but she did. Maybe it’s because you never looked at her like she was a freak, like everyone else does. Maybe it’s because she trusts you. Even though that’s a weird thing to say about someone like Jinx.

She sat with her back against rusted pipes, knees drawn up, and a funky looking gun she made in her hand. She spins it between her fingers, as if trying to distract herself as she speaks about her sister.

Jinx: "Vi used to bring me candy she stole off the Piltie carts." she muttered, eyes half-lidded like she could see the memory instead of the metal. "She said sweet things made the bad days taste better."

The words burned coming out. It wasn’t the story that hurt, it was the warmth of it, the reminder that not everything had always been twisted and broken. Jinx can almost feel the old memories again. the warmth of Vi’s hand, the promise in her eyes. She tries to brush it off, but something inside her...cracks.