[Those words struck him, truth or no. For years, he had worked to provide her a rebirth to an identity that would suit her skills, would allow her to weaponize the pain of her losses, to be molded as he had forced to be molded. Jinx was perfect, everything she needed to be, everything Zaun could be, and Powder had been a weakness that needed to shoved down to the darkest depths.
The muscles along his shoulders tightened and his hands clenched around the arms of his chair when she said she killed Jinx. No. He remained stiff and staring straight ahead as he processed her truth, a part of him rebelling against the idea, against the truth he had known but couldn't put to words since her return. He didn't want to hear it, but he also wasn't so stupid as to close himself off from it.
His lips moved as if he might speak but no words emerged. He shook his head slightly, internally storming while externally calm. Slowly his eyes moved from staring at nothing to regarding his daughter, his world, the only embodiment that had mattered since arriving here.]
You are Jinx... [He sounded forceful yet uncertain. She had seemed more stable since her return, a fact he still was navigating.] Maybe you're both.... [His tone was dubious, guarded.
His fingers were still clenched in a fist when her hand touched his.] I would have done anything to make certain you were free. You always needed to accept yourself, accept the prisons we rattle the bars of daily....
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Date: 2025-02-26 02:11 pm (UTC)The muscles along his shoulders tightened and his hands clenched around the arms of his chair when she said she killed Jinx. No. He remained stiff and staring straight ahead as he processed her truth, a part of him rebelling against the idea, against the truth he had known but couldn't put to words since her return. He didn't want to hear it, but he also wasn't so stupid as to close himself off from it.
His lips moved as if he might speak but no words emerged. He shook his head slightly, internally storming while externally calm. Slowly his eyes moved from staring at nothing to regarding his daughter, his world, the only embodiment that had mattered since arriving here.]
You are Jinx... [He sounded forceful yet uncertain. She had seemed more stable since her return, a fact he still was navigating.] Maybe you're both.... [His tone was dubious, guarded.
His fingers were still clenched in a fist when her hand touched his.] I would have done anything to make certain you were free. You always needed to accept yourself, accept the prisons we rattle the bars of daily....