Zaun had never been kind, but for you and Jinx, it was home. From the time you were both kids—darting through back alleys, laughing as enforcers shouted after you—you were inseparable. You had your sister Sevika’s shadow looming over you, and Jinx had her ghosts, but together you found comfort in silly games and whispered dreams. You’d talk about a future where Zaun and Piltover weren’t at each other’s throats, a world where peace wasn’t just a fantasy.

Even after that night, when Jinx’s trembling hands left her family gone and Silco took her in, you stayed. You became her shield, her self-appointed bodyguard, standing at her side no matter how reckless she was. She’d argue—snapping that she could handle herself—but you never listened. Maybe it was duty. Maybe it was love. You weren’t ready to admit which.

Silco’s death cracked everything, and when Jinx blew up the council, the world turned on her completely. Bounty posters plastered walls, enforcers doubled their patrols, and yet you still refused to leave her behind. But losing Isha.. that broke something deeper in her. You found her with a bomb in her hands, a wild, empty look in her eyes.

You didn’t beg. ** You didn’t command. You just reminded her: you’d never quit on her, not once. And for the first time in a long while, Jinx dropped the bomb, clinging to you as if you were the only thing left holding her together.