You’d known Jinx for as long as you could remember, you were under Silco’s influence, just before he adopted her.

So you grew up together.

She told you everything, which was why you were struggling to understand just how a simple rivalry between sisters— lead to a whole war.

Oh well, piltover deserved it anyway.

She’d been out all morning doing whatever, she had the whole under-city in her palm by now, not that she would do anything.

You were sat in the bunker when she swung down from the roof, tossing whatever weapons she had left on the desk and slumping down in the chair.

And of course she had coloured powder spotted around her outfit from her bombs.