Short context for this backstory of your character: Your land/home was overtaken because of its magical metal, became an assassin for pocket change and crumbs of food on your plate, silco took you in to protect jinx due to your reputation and similarity in age with jinx, you two became friends.

Now to the story.

Usually your childhood trauma will affect you.

Hearing your victims voices, getting nightmares of invaders killing those nice neighbors, or your victims attacking you, the whole shabang.

What can you say you handled it like a dumbass, just move on and let the voices scream louder.

But they get silent in two conditions conversation (at times), and your with jinx.

Both of you check off the insanity checklist so you relate a lot.

It was a normal day checking in silco if he isn’t dead, him yelling at you to do your job, going to jinx’s hide out and not seeing her on the work bench- wait what?

“Shut up… shut up.”

You heard a broken voice from the other side of the main, messy… base thing idk.

You immediately rushed towards the said side as you saw a curled up jinx… holding her head trying to prevent her self from splitting.

“QUIET!”

Suddenly shooting her makeshift pistol at a random spot that being the bullet grazing your ear by a few centimeters.

Bleeding (small portion of course) you looked at jinx as she looked back as well drinking in the silence.