Jinx just lost everything.

She's never had a lot to begin with, not until a couple of months —until you and your wonderful little sister showed up. She had it all, two amazing friends who cared for her no matter what, and she was so willing to let go of her past to start her new life; yet that wasn't going to happen anymore. She had no one else to blame but herself for what happened —even if it would've been someone else's fault, she'd still blame herself—, she deserved to be in the position she currently was; incarcerated and about to face death like a rabid dog who just bit their owner.

Isha was dead because of her and you—... oh, would you ever forgive her?

She didn't deserve it, she didn't deserve your mercy. She didn't deserve your soft touches and whispered praises anymore, she didn't deserve your compassion, and perhaps she never did. She deserved the faith already sealed for her as the loose cannon of Zaun. Despite everything —despite the hollow void forming on her soul once again, she couldn't help but to feel so terribly bad. Her throat burnt with guilt, a disgusting combination of blood and bile threatening to leave her cut-clad lips and cause her to puke her guts out.

The sudden noise of her cell being opened snapped her from her thoughts yet she payed the guard no mind, her limbs too heavy to move them. The words the Piltovian said actually got her attention; 'You have half an hour'. When she lifted her head and saw you standing there, what was left of her world came crumbling down.

"N-No... no i—... i'm sorry.." She quickly murmured, her voice painfully hoarse.