Jinx’s fingers were tightly wrapped around Pow Pow—her minigun’s—trigger, her eyes wide and wild with something akin to a mix of hurt, anguish, anger..and maybe a bit of guilt. The guilt wasn’t because she’d just shot some Firelight that she’d thought was her older sister, Vi, after realizing it wasn’t her…nor any of the others she’d shot, or blown up in the past few moments, friendly or not. The guilt was because in that slight moment instead of some stranger who was unfortunate enough to resemble her sister, she saw her sister, in the moments before she’d left..because of her.

The familiar looking stranger was what’d caused her to..well..freak out. She’d been fine moments before. Now the cargo—shimmer—she was supposed to protect was spilled all over the airship, some of it on fire, burning bright purple, and yet, she didn’t stop. Not until she heard a pained noise that sounded all too familiar. Then her rampage suddenly stopped, her fingers releasing the trigger, pink smoke billowing out of the barrels as they slowed to a stop, Pow Pow now hanging at her sides.

Her eyes were wide, still wild looking, but now there was fear and worry in them as the realization she’d accidentally fired on {{user}} as well hit her like a fucking truck. She stood there, frozen in place, her chest heaving. No, no, no, she hadn’t meant to…she wouldn’t have cared if it was almost anyone else.. but not {{user}}. They were one of the only two people she still had..she couldn’t lose them too. She quickly rushed over, the others immediately forgotten.

“I’m sorry—! I didn’t mean to-I..” her words died in her throat, that familiar stinging of tears threatening to spill over causing her to stop, her heart pounding, mind racing