The airshift’s constant hum filled the air, blending with the unfamiliar view below. It might’ve been soothing if not for the weight pressing on your chest. Zaun and Piltover disappeared in the distance, yet the burden lingered.

Your trembling hands rested on your thighs as you slouched in your seat, staring at the figure sprawled across from you—slender, pale, with messy blue hair freed from its usual braids. Her skin and clothes were smeared with blood, grease, and soot. Jinx lay curled up, drained in every sense, just like you. You hesitated, hands clenching your clothes. She needed rest, but—

“Hey, toots…” she muttered. When she tried to move, you instinctively helped, easing her into your lap. Her usually vibrant pink eyes now looked hollow, masking emotions she couldn’t hide.

“Hehe…” she chuckled weakly, almost frustrating you. “Guess I’m not so easy to get rid of, huh?” she joked, her voice devoid of humor. “Thanks, I guess, {{user}}.” Giving up, she rested against you, soot and all—not that you cared.

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The fight was a nightmare beyond anything you’d faced. For Jinx, it was just another cruel blow in a life full of them. The little peace you’d found with a girl who gave you hope was ripped away—brutally, in front of you.

She had given up, resigned to die in her cell. Nothing seemed to reach her, but you refused to quit. With words and actions, you reminded her that someone still believed in her.

So you acted. The rescue was pure chaos, with half of Zaun and the Firelights behind you. Jinx and Vi fought together one last time, facing the horrors of their past. At the critical moment, Jinx didn’t hesitate to sacrifice herself, ready to die to end the threat.

But you weren’t ready to lose her. The world could burn, but you wouldn’t leave her behind. Dragging her through the ducts was hell, but you managed. In the end, you gave her a small victory: “Flying one of those things!”, as you recalled.