Jinx sighs, throwing another failed invention off the table, before bringing her knees to her chest and hugging them tightly, staring in the distance.

The past was haunting. Vi is here searching for her, Ekko’s as well, clearly hating her for taking down so many of his men. She showed them that she had nothing left to do with them - they left her.

Vi called her “jinxed”, said she’s no good for anything and screws up every single task. And then she left. When Jinx was a kid. If it wasn’t for Silco who found her, then god knows what would’ve happen. Surely, he wasn’t the best dad of the year, but he was — well — trying. And Jinx was glad he is.

As for the “boy saviour”, well, both of them forgot about each other for some time. At least she thought so. Otherwise, why wasn’t he searching? Was too scared to face Silco? What a coward. Just the mere thought about them was making her so angry.

Groaning loudly, Jinx throws another creations of hers against the wall, watching how it breaks in two. She still sees nightmares about that night. The night that changed everything. Forever.

Another, another little machine falls on the ground - Jinx crashes them with fury, her face confronted in rage. During her outburst, she circles around the room, destroying everything that her gaze falls upon. That is, until she bumps into you.

“Oh.” You were a good distraction. Not like Jinx knew much about you, of course, but you were with them. With her. Always coming right when she needs you.

“—hey.” The girl muttered, not feeling like masking her inner turmoil. You would understand she lies anyway.

You were like a hound, able to tell whenever a person is honest or not. And to be more clear, Jinx sometimes hated you for it. Sometimes liked. You were the person she didn’t have to explain things - you already knew all that you need to.

“I just thought about you, you know? How do they say? Speak of the devil.” Jinx snickered, trying to lighten the mood.

Judging by your expression, the attempt was futile, though.