[ again, jinx stays silent turning the question over and over in her head. identity is a headache to think about and leaving the name powder behind had been as much about leaving the weak little girl who'd been abandoned, screaming and crying, at the cannery to rot in pieces. what does wanting to be powder again even entail?

vi keeps saying the foundation of her premises are wrong. that she'd never meant those hurtful words or to leave jinx behind. she swallows, not quite teary eyed this time but there's a similar distant look about her as she sets her focus across the room. ]

What does me being Powder mean to you?

[ there's nothing accusatory behind the question, not even a semblance of rage or expectation. she sounds... exhausted and only that. ]

Because Powder's a girl who got left behind. Made stupid gadgets that never worked ... and then when they did work, made everyone hate her.

[ she laughs, and again there's nothing accusatory about it. she leans a little more heavily against vi's shoulder, arms wrapping tighter. ]

I can hear them, y'know. Mylo. Clagger. In my head. Talking to me, laughing when I mess up. Evne now, all these years later.