[ he's right - his use of that name sets her teeth even more aggressively on edge, the not-quite-right light of a manic rage growing all the brighter in her eyes. the tick-tick-ticking in her hand is slowly growing faster, but Jinx shows no signs of making a move with the colorful grenade just yet. ]
What he is? [ she spits the words back at him like they're a curse. ] Oooh, I don't need anything explained to me. I know what he is, and I know what you are. What you aren't, what you say you'll be but you never WILL be. Just another liar, another traitor, another--
[ another...
...
she makes a noise of frustration, and then almost like it's an afterthought - the grenade in her hand begins reaching a frantic fever pitch of ticking, and Jinx lobs it almost casually to their left--
right into the crowd of onlookers. it's his nature, right? to play hero. to be the good guy. so go fetch, Vander; you have precious seconds before it hits something - someone - and detonates. ]
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What he is? [ she spits the words back at him like they're a curse. ] Oooh, I don't need anything explained to me. I know what he is, and I know what you are. What you aren't, what you say you'll be but you never WILL be. Just another liar, another traitor, another--
[ another...
...
she makes a noise of frustration, and then almost like it's an afterthought - the grenade in her hand begins reaching a frantic fever pitch of ticking, and Jinx lobs it almost casually to their left--
right into the crowd of onlookers. it's his nature, right? to play hero. to be the good guy. so go fetch, Vander; you have precious seconds before it hits something - someone - and detonates. ]