(For Vi) SoâŚLucy or JinxâŚsheâs your sister?-Max Caulfield
Anger welled up enough that one might expect their eyes to start glowing Shimmer purple, or Hextech bright blue-white (and yet it was only Shimmer that sent Vi almost catatonic). Maybe even chromatic. Fists clench hard enough for nails to cut into calloused palms, making blood well.
"My sister is dead. Jinx is simply a pretender to my family line to make me falter, make me lose sight of why I'm here. Why I'm fighting."
Upper lip curled enough for one overly, scarily sharp canine tooth to be seen glinting in the light. Vander had been the Hound, and Vi had easily melted into the title. Sometimes there was no Vi at all same as there was no more Powder, only Jinx.
It was the only way to deal with the pain, sometimes. Besides punishing their body to extremes. Broken bones, strained muscle, torn ligaments, crazed mind. It just had to be easier to push everyone away before they changed. Vi was tired of change. Hated change. Fuck change.
"And I'll deal with her the same way I deal with any other problem."
One hand, free of the gauntlets that had become their friend, slammed into the wall to the right hard enough the entire building shook all the way down to the foundation.
Fuck. Change.
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