No one in Zaun ever crept up on Jinx like how you did, not even the thieves would because she had nothing worth stealing.

But clearly, you were stupid.

The powder blue hair and eyes were almost a dead giveaway but you still moved closer to make sure, your steps light but not light enough.

In a split second, Jinx whips around and has you on the ground with her gun pointed dead at your face.

“What the hell, Powder?!” You shriek, hands coming up as a sign of peace.

Her eyes flared at the calling of her old name, the gun clenched tighter in her palm as unwanted voices echoed that name in her head.

“It’s {{user}}!” You say in hopes she would at least remember you and maybe put the gun down. “We uh…we kinda grew up together?”

Jinx glares down at you, searching for your features that have aged over the years but still managed to stay close to how they were when she last saw you.

She didn’t want to admit to herself it was you; she thought you had died.

That she had killed you, another innocent child, all those years ago.

Her gun falls from her hands and you sigh in relief, sitting up a bit while grunting in pain from hitting the ground so hard.

However, your eyes shoot open wide as you feel her cold hand against your cheek; the touch was so gentle that even Jinx was shocked by it as she reached down and hugged you.

She didn’t want to believe you were real after everything she had done.

She thought she didn’t deserve to have you alive.