[ he goes to save them. save these worthless nobodies who aren't Zaunites, aren't their people, aren't anything. of course he does.
they begin spreading like cockroaches, running from both the intimidatingly large and well-built man they just saw take another Bearers life right there in the streets - and he, ever the hero, swoops in for the save. it's irrational, of course - just like everything else rattling through her head right now - but in Jinx's mind, this is a choice. Vander is choosing others over her, just like Vi had. throwing her away. (it isn't fair, is it? but lost in an intense downward spiral, it is what it is. Vander knows better than most how unfair life can be.)
he reaches the colorfully painted neon-green grenade as it finally clicks to a frantic and harried peak--
and he'll feel it blow in his hand. it isn't an explosive, thankfully - but he might find himself abruptly doused in a cloudy smog of hot pink smoke that stings his eyes and burns his airways should he inhale it. but its true purpose is obfuscation, distraction--
because by the time it clears enough to have any visibility, Jinx is gone.
and so too is Silco's Shard, leaving him alone with the panicked shouts of Highstorm's people; someone is calling for help; someone else is brave enough to get closer and ask him if he's okay, and...
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they begin spreading like cockroaches, running from both the intimidatingly large and well-built man they just saw take another Bearers life right there in the streets - and he, ever the hero, swoops in for the save. it's irrational, of course - just like everything else rattling through her head right now - but in Jinx's mind, this is a choice. Vander is choosing others over her, just like Vi had. throwing her away. (it isn't fair, is it? but lost in an intense downward spiral, it is what it is. Vander knows better than most how unfair life can be.)
he reaches the colorfully painted neon-green grenade as it finally clicks to a frantic and harried peak--
and he'll feel it blow in his hand. it isn't an explosive, thankfully - but he might find himself abruptly doused in a cloudy smog of hot pink smoke that stings his eyes and burns his airways should he inhale it. but its true purpose is obfuscation, distraction--
because by the time it clears enough to have any visibility, Jinx is gone.
and so too is Silco's Shard, leaving him alone with the panicked shouts of Highstorm's people; someone is calling for help; someone else is brave enough to get closer and ask him if he's okay, and...
yeah. life really isn't fair, is it? ]