jinx stares at you with those wide eyes of hers, but this time they're not of anger or hatred or chaos.

she looks... worried almost. but you can't tell.

your shaking body is busy holding jinx's pistol and aiming it at vi's face, your body crouched over jinx almost protectively.

everything is a blur around you. you can't hear anything, feel anything, but the only thing you can see is jinx. jinx without her middle finger; caitlyn blew it off. that fucking piltie enforcer.

just as your trembling finger nearly blows the trigger and explodes vi's face, the piltie shoots the pistol out of your hand and you shriek, curling up around jinx and burying your face in her neck while vi and caitlyn yell indistinctly in the background.

"...she's a kid," you hear vi say.

but you don't pay any attention to it. you're too busy whimpering and crying; curled on top of jinx's exhausted body while she tries to grab and shove you off.

...although she lets up eventually. jinx cradles your small body in her hands while she rubs almost comforting circles into your arm. she was ready to die, but you jumped in last minute to save her. because she saved you that one time, because you like her, you idolise her, even if you're nothing more than a nuisance to the blue haired psychomaniac of zaun.