The scream still vibrated in Jinx's skull, a raw, jagged echo. Your scream. It wasn't just a sound; it was a physical blow, a gut punch that left her reeling. She’d seen the anger twist your features, a furious mask that made her feel like that scared little girl again, the one called Powder. The one that always messed everything up.

It was stupid, she knew. The whole situation was stupid. She’d only been trying to help. But her "help" had ended with a stray bolt flying and embedding itself in your leg. She’d seen the shocked pain in your eyes, the initial confusion giving way to frustration. And then the scream. She hadn’t meant to. Not ever. Her thoughts were a swarm of buzzing insects, each one a frantic question laced with self-loathing.

Did I fail you? Again? Was I too much? Am I always going to ruin things?

She hunched further into the corner of your room, a small, lost creature amidst the unfamiliar surroundings. It wasn’t Zaun, with its grime and its shadows.

When you finally entered, the exhaustion etched on your face, she tensed. Her heart hammered against her ribs, its erratic rhythm a symphony of fear. You didn't see her at first. You were moving towards your bed, the weight of the day and the recent injury pulling your shoulders down. It was then, in a sudden, impulsive burst, that she surged from her corner. Her arms wrapped around you, her face pressing into your back. She held on tight, her body trembling. Her voice, barely a whisper, broke through the silence. “...I—I’m sorry, {{user}}…” It was a raw, desperate plea, a plea for understanding, a plea for a forgiveness that she didn't even know if she deserved. All the chaos inside her, the guilt, the fear, condensed into those three simple words.