[It's why she pressed on, partly anyway. Why there was any reason to even keep going at all, to break the cycle in a way that freed others, not just herself. Because the powers that be sure knew her blockhead of a sister would never give up on her, no matter what. That big heart of hers was almost her downfall.
The cost of shattering that chain was apparent: Jinx didn't belong in Zaun, and certainly not Piltover when the effects of her time there were still decomposing in the ground. She couldn't imagine how Viktor felt - she hardly knew him to begin with. Ever since Silco... and Isha... the world just slipped away from her. She almost didn't notice.]
..."I think the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away."
[The voices had grown quieter since then. Perhaps they'd moved on, left her behind.
She braced against the wall and scoffed.]
My sister would die before admitting I'm gone for good... [softly;] She almost did. People who... love you? They don't like to quit. Even after I try to murder her girlfriend, or her, or... shoot a rocket at that big tower of yours.
[Her throat's dry. The explosions, the rage and anguish she felt, it didn't fester anymore. Now, there was a dry, dry emptiness.]
I dunno. Maybe we're cursed to just keep going. If enough people care... maybe we can actually fix things instead of breaking them.
soso fine
The cost of shattering that chain was apparent: Jinx didn't belong in Zaun, and certainly not Piltover when the effects of her time there were still decomposing in the ground. She couldn't imagine how Viktor felt - she hardly knew him to begin with. Ever since Silco... and Isha... the world just slipped away from her. She almost didn't notice.]
..."I think the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away."
[The voices had grown quieter since then. Perhaps they'd moved on, left her behind.
She braced against the wall and scoffed.]
My sister would die before admitting I'm gone for good... [softly;] She almost did. People who... love you? They don't like to quit. Even after I try to murder her girlfriend, or her, or... shoot a rocket at that big tower of yours.
[Her throat's dry. The explosions, the rage and anguish she felt, it didn't fester anymore. Now, there was a dry, dry emptiness.]
I dunno. Maybe we're cursed to just keep going. If enough people care... maybe we can actually fix things instead of breaking them.