['i've watched this dance before.' those words twist in her a different way, not in a harmful way, but over the fact that silco was there during her time with quentin, and how it all fell apart.

he didn't need to back then, he could have been like mylo and pointed a finger to tease how he was right all along. but her father comforted her, and helped her get back on her feet. jinx is still stumbling, of course, but at least her legs aren't as wobbly. his daughter ducks her head down, the automatic voice hanging itself up after not receiving a response on what to do next, and it left the room to swallow up in silence. that is, until... ]

... We kissed.

[ she admits finally, reaching over a crayon to idly roll around on the table. ]

He was saying a lotta things and... it got me... weak. I guess. But I told him no. That I didn't want to be with him. And I stand by what I said.