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"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."

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[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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