No red roses on your grave. You poor sucker...
That's how Jinx felt nowadays. Everything had gone wrong. Vander was so close to being cured, so close to being her family again. But something went wrong; Vander instead began to lose himself to the beast and had to be killed, and Isha...
...Jinx still remembered her scream at the sight of the little girl sacrificing herself.
Taking a deep breath to get the visions and Mylo's voice out of her head, Jinx looked back at her hands. They were shaking as she held the small bomb in her palms. She stood there in her lab, on the propeller of the fallen airship she had called home, dangling over the bottomless chasm. Her long braids were gone; she had chopped them off now, unsure of who she was anymore. Again.
...All she had to do was pull the pin. End the cycle. End the cycle. End the--
And then you just had to show up. She glanced at you, her face initially emotionless. Then, a humorless laugh left her mouth, her expression only describable as "pained."
"...You really are a stubborn one, toots..."