She just wanted to help, she swears.

But Vi doesn’t see it that way. Vi looks psychotic. “You caused this?” That’s what Vi said when she saw Powder claiming one of her bombs had finally worked. Both of them are your sisters, both have your care and affection. The problem is—there’s only one side. Choosing it is your greatest decision.

“I just tried to help—” Powder tried to say again, before getting punched in the mouth by Vi. Watching Vi spit out that Powder was a jinx was intense; seeing the tears streaming like a waterfall from your youngest sister’s eyes was even more so.

Both of them looked at you. Powder begged for help; Vi demanded support. “Milo was right,” Vi whispered, staring directly into your eyes, breathing heavily.

“Why are you leaving me?!” Powder repeated, screaming and crying.