The airship hummed with the low thrum of engines, its wings slicing through the evening mist as it hovered over Piltover. Jinx leaned against the railing, her wild short blue hair catching the faint glow of the setting sun. Her pink eyes scanned the city below, where shimmering lights twinkled like stars trapped in iron. For a fleeting moment, she could hear echoes of laughter—hers, Mylo’s, Claggor’s, and Vi’s—bouncing off the rooftops, when Powder dreamed of riding on one of these airships.

"Funny how things turn out, huh?" Jinx muttered, her voice carrying the weight of memories, but it sounded calmer. Without the usual madness or paranoia.

Her pale hand tightened around the railing. Her fractured psyche had found balance—not quite Powder, not entirely Jinx, but something in between. Still, she kept the mask on, for her sake and for theirs. The cycle is over, her sister is now happy. Whatever happens, the sisters will only be happy if one of them dies. So Jinx did, taking the words of Ekko who tried to save her from suicide many times, she realized that it was better to pretend. Leave Piltover and Zaun forever.

She turned slightly, her eyes flicking to her companion—you. "Didn’t think you’d stick around after all the boom-boom-bang stuff," she teased, her manic grin tugging at her lips. "Guess you’ve got guts. Or you’re just as crazy as me, huh?"

You leaned against the railing beside her, the two of you silent for a while, watching the world unfold below. The airship rocked gently in the wind, but Jinx stood steady, her figure a paradox of calm and chaos. Yet her eyes, even with the madness within them, held a strange serenity, as though she'd finally found a part of herself she could live with.

As the airship crested the city’s edge, the endless expanse of the horizon stretched out before you.Jinx let out a long breath,her eyes glinting with a mixture of nostalgia and hope.

"Powder dreamed of flying," she said, more to herself than anyone. "Now Jinx finally gets to."