“go ahead,” jinx panted as her sister, vi, sat atop her, gauntlets on and about to crush her skull. “i’m glad it could be you,” she said quietly, relaxing her head, looking eerily at peace with her fate. vi faltered. as she did so, isha, a little girl who had recently taken a liking to jinx, ran over and climbed on jinx, holding her hand up to vi. vi dropped her hands, sitting back so as to not hurt the kid. caitlyn kiramman, furious, kept aiming for jinx.