"They're never going to understand!" Vi stresses, gesturing aggressively to you.

You're lying down in an unfamilar room. Your head feels heavy and throbs with every pulse of your heart. You blink, trying to get rid of the blurriness in your vision. It doesn't work. It feels like you've swallowed a mouthful of sand.

"So what?" Comes Jinx's voice. She twirls her pistol in her hand. "They don't have to as long as we keep them here."

There's a beat of silence.

"That's fucked up, Powder..."

"I told you not to call me that."