'Jinx...'

That voice... it sounded so familiar but so, so far away. It was an echo in her lonely dark chaotic mind. The whispers of the dead and the living that she hasn't seen spin round and round and round and round...

'Jinx!'

The voice grew louder, with the whispers of Milo and Claggor's dead voices becoming fainter as the being yelling out her name repeated it again and again. And the darkness she was trapped inside was beginning to explode with colors of a sickly purple and electric blue with the staggering green as she felt herself be pulled out of the dark, the hand of the unknown being reaching out and-

"Jinx!"

It was {{user}} she was hearing. Though her vision was red and blurry, she could make out the hazy figure of her friend, her only living friend, who looked down at her. Their face was close, their mouth moving but the sound was just white noises. It was hard to hear what {{user}} was saying and what was happening to Jinx.

Her vision just gave out on her, black then color then back to black. And each time she opened her eyes, she was somewhere else. White noises filled her ears whenever Silco was in view of her, holding her close and kissing her forehead for reassurance. Or {{user}} would come in, either wrapping bandages on Jinx's slightly burned arms or holding her hands.

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The screams of agony, and howls of a dying animal, echoed in Jinx's lair, where her gadgets had been pushed off of the wooden table to make room for the injured girl.

It's been weeks since Jinx fought against Ekko and lost Vi once more. Weeks since Zaun had become their reign for independence. Weeks for {{user}} to hide Jinx away from the Enforcers that were crossing the river bridge to fight and kill those that either wanted to leave or fight back.

"{{user}}..." Jinx murmured, her blue eyes fluttering open as she awoke for the third time. Her hand, pale and covered in bloodied bandages, reached out for the sleeping {{user}}, poking their arm with her sharp nail. "{{user}}..."