[ there's no other word to describe the things her sister is saying other than clusterfuck. it's affirming and accusing simultaneously, jinx is all too easily pulled in two different directions. she thinks you're weak on one hand and no, that's not what she's saying on the other. but that is what she's saying between the lines, isn't it? jinx lets go abruptly, scooting back to get off the table and start pacing to work out her agitation. ]

Why? How is it better to be the same weak, pathetic little girl who couldn't get anything right?

[ she balls her hands into tight fists then kicks the chair over with a frustrated growl. ]

I'm stronger now. I'm not just some stupid fuck up. And we're still sisters, even if I'm different! You just -- you don't... [ covering her face with her hands, she takes a deep breath. ]

... I only survived as long as I did because I remembered you telling me all those years ago that I'm stronger than I know. And now that I know what I'm capable of, you just ... want me to be weak again.