[ jinx is not something who prides herself on sense. sense as a concept is meaningless. the lanes don't make sense. they gorge on each other as much as piltover does. everyone chasing some pinnacle, just trying to make it to the top. grasping, grabbing, greedy little shits.
she never gave a single fuck. not when silco was alive, not when he passed on. so what if they looked up to her? so what if she killed some pigs? heroism? might as well lose some braincells in the crossfire.
he's not coming back. he'll die here or remain here. impotent.
maybe she should have killed him when she saw him.
but it's too late. too late now. so. what sense is left? how do you move from incontrovertible proof? the gunpowder on her fingertips that brushed over his lifeless face. can she do this all over again? should she try to save him?
or build the perfect coffin and let her curse do the work? ]
nothing's obvious here. just got to crack it all open.
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she never gave a single fuck. not when silco was alive, not when he passed on. so what if they looked up to her? so what if she killed some pigs? heroism? might as well lose some braincells in the crossfire.
he's not coming back. he'll die here or remain here. impotent.
maybe she should have killed him when she saw him.
but it's too late. too late now. so. what sense is left? how do you move from incontrovertible proof? the gunpowder on her fingertips that brushed over his lifeless face. can she do this all over again? should she try to save him?
or build the perfect coffin and let her curse do the work? ]
nothing's obvious here. just got to crack it all open.