[ jinx stays quiet. focusing on little more than breathing and the visceral sensation of having her sister close. nostalgia clashes hard with reality, very much like that dumb line about immovable objects meeting unstoppable forces.
everything keeps reminding jinx of all the ways they've become different over the course of their split lives. vi, rotting away in her cell in stillwater, clutching at the rags of who she used to be and etching it into her face paints a dismal image all on its own. maybe they aren't so different in some sense. after all, she'd picked up clagger's bloodied goggles from the ashes of the cannery, went back for vander's old pipe and made grotesque dolls of spare parts in their likeness.
it never really filled the void, but it helped thinking they were there and not just talking to her in her head.
but that's a generous interpretation of where their similarities lie. truthfully, jinx had been more than eager to trash everything about the name powder. she thinks back to the day silco brought her out to the polluted waters where he'd nearly drowned.
you have to let powder die.
funny. that's who they are now. vi emblazoning her name on her damn face while jinx ritualistically drowns the weak little girl inside.
and that's why shell never understand you.
only us.
jinx breathes through the turmoil for several silent beats. when she finally finds her voice, it's hollow. ]
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everything keeps reminding jinx of all the ways they've become different over the course of their split lives. vi, rotting away in her cell in stillwater, clutching at the rags of who she used to be and etching it into her face paints a dismal image all on its own. maybe they aren't so different in some sense. after all, she'd picked up clagger's bloodied goggles from the ashes of the cannery, went back for vander's old pipe and made grotesque dolls of spare parts in their likeness.
it never really filled the void, but it helped thinking they were there and not just talking to her in her head.
but that's a generous interpretation of where their similarities lie. truthfully, jinx had been more than eager to trash everything about the name powder. she thinks back to the day silco brought her out to the polluted waters where he'd nearly drowned.
you have to let powder die.
funny. that's who they are now. vi emblazoning her name on her damn face while jinx ritualistically drowns the weak little girl inside.
and that's why shell never understand you.
only us.
jinx breathes through the turmoil for several silent beats. when she finally finds her voice, it's hollow. ]
Funny. I couldn't wait to stop being Powder.