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[ the smile, once warm, and still is, now growing shorter and maybe even a little stiff. and although her expression sinks into something else entirely, she doesn't cease soothing him with caressing his damaged cheek with her thumb. jinx works her lips for a moment before confessing — her voice almost as low as a whisper: ]

I... don't know who I am right now. [ this must be painful for silco to hear, but she has to be truthful to herself and him. ] — I thought I got rid of Powder, but then... I learned through Isha that... that Powder wasn't so bad, after all. So I killed Jinx.

[ a small beat as she sighs, bending forward to plant a kiss to his forehead. ]

But then after a while, I found out... being just Powder didn't feel right, either. Not at all the way. So I dunno. I'm calling myself "Jinx" 'cause that's what I'm used to, and what everyone calls me. But... am I Jinx? Or Powder? ... Maybe. Maybe I'm both.

But... yeah. You came to me when I wanted to waste away forever. [ she huffs out a chuckle while her hand skates off his cheek, then down to his hand. ] I, uh, never did thanked you for stopping by.

[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....

[ her breath quietly catches when his fingers squeeze over the prickle of her touch. and she draws back as carefully as possible so he wouldn't take too much of a notice. jinx sucks in her lips to fight off the sudden chill in the air, although, the cold might be just her imagination playing tricks on her again.

words seem to lodge themselves against a lump in her dry throat, and she swallows periodically in hope, by doing so, it'll let them go through. jinx moves her arms again, her limbs feeling heavier than stone suddenly, but she forces them to cooperate as she links them around her father — into an embrace that's light at first, but gradually grows in strength. ]

Love me. Love me always, okay? No matter what happens to me... — I don't wanna lose my Dad again.

[He didn't resist her arms curling around him, expecting a quick embrace even if history stated that Jinx did enjoy lingering in those. His hands remained clenched until he could convince them to release and strive for an outward appearance of normal while internally he was a raging storm. He would have his tantrum about all of this on his own, as he usually did.

It was clear that she was concerned enough about his response already that adding to it could push her away, and he wasn't going to risk that. No, he had conceive of a way to hold her tighter, to show that he remained the best option out of the many that were crawling out of the woodwork. He was her family.]

I committed to us being a family, and I won't let that change.

[He shifted to curl an arm around her back lightly.]

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