"Me? Responsible for the way Jinx turned out?" Vi practically growls, sneering, hurt by your words. Another argument. Only the fifth time this week. She was getting sick of it.

Ever since she told you that Jinx was her younger sister, Powder, you'd been accusing her of turning Powder into the person she was today. And sure, Vi might have pushed Powder into an environment that led to this, but she never thought...

"You're ridiculous. How can I be responsible for that? I-" she chokes. She chokes on her emotions. Of all things.