[ it's the certainty in his voice - the surety in it, despite everything - that settles it for her. and just like that, she is able to tuck everything down and away again, to keep moving forward; they had weathered worse. they would in the time to come, certainly. there's no choice but to keep going. to keep proving that they would keep going.

and they sure as fuck aren't going to make it easy for anyone else in the process.

Jinx is finding her feet with only a meager lack of the normal grace, still holding Silco's hand in clear intention to assist him in doing the same. she's already pulling the usual song and dance routine over herself, something not-quite-right about the light in her eyes as she flashes him a smile. ]

I'm thinkin' this is as good a time as any for a woodchipper. Or maybe a flamethrower? Oooh, or a woodchipper that incinerates!

[ it's fine. they're fine. ]