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~Vi~
I had claimed that we would be doomed if you - Jinx - were left to your own devices and, unfortunately, my prediction had come true. Painfully so. Instead of acting like a sane person does when they are having a strop and crying, perhaps kicking a wall or two out of frustration, you blew up a whole damn building! Full of innocents! Although, that wasn't your first time doing as such...was it?
So many dead. Even more injured. Just because I had not allowed Cait to do what must be done. This has to end. One way or another. I tried my best to reach out to you and you threw that back in my face. In both of our faces. I had tried so hard to make Cait realise that you were still Powder deep down inside. But Powder is dead. Only Jinx remains. Although, I often wonder whether Jinx is what you always were, even without the negative influences of others coming into play. I purposely closed my eyes to the chaos you created, trying to bring back the 'real' you. But that was a lie and now I am incredibly aware of the fact. I gave you every opportunity to redeem yourself and you laughed at me. That warped smile adorning your features as you slaughtered an obscene number of the wicked and innocent alike.
No more chances, sister. I once possessed a lot of patience when it came to you but that has worn unbearably thin. Now you are just as bad as those we once deemed to be evil. Piltover is not perfect, by any means. But Cait and I are contributing to the process of changing it. And needless murder is not the correct path to take. We need to battle bigotry with our words, not just our weapons. That was a lesson that even I took a while to learn. But your naïve actions have triggered a war that could have been avoided. If only you had been patient. Patient and willing to learn what I have.
So, I now wear this uniform – the uniform of Piltover's finest - with pride, having come to the realisation that the place we eschewed for so damn long isn't much different from where we grew up, in the under city. In the lanes. Yes, they had more wealth and many had an obnoxious attitude, but there were assholes everywhere. On both the rich and poor sides of society and everywhere in between the two.
Vander would be absolutely ashamed of you and the choices you have made. And Silco is no longer around to shoulder the blame. Because, guess what? You murdered him too, like so many others. Like our friends. Friends who were akin to family. And if that fact is not enough to move you, to make you want to change – for the better, that is - then I am at a complete loss as to what is, exactly.
So brace yourself because you will be bidding this chaotic world – a world you mortally wounded - farewell far sooner than you think. Goodbye, Jinx. Forever.
~Jinx~
Oh, so now I have your undivided attention. One teensy weensy explosion – causing a death or two but ho hum, all necessary for the greater cause - and all of a sudden, I am public enemy number one? Important enough to pull your thoughts away from your precious girlfriend? You both make me sick. Acting all lovey dovey instead of focusing on what really matters: The poor state of Zaun and the ridiculously large divide between it and your precious Piltover.
To look at you in that fancy schmancy attire – their uniform - people would automatically be under the impression that you were a top side native. It is almost as though you have forgotten what we went through by their bejewelled hands. What we lost.
One woman flutters her eyelashes at you and the suffering we endured – losing everyone except for one another – is reduced to absolutely nothing? I thought you were better than that. I thought that I could bring you around. Back to the light. Back to reason. Reasoning that this world is rotten and levelling it just a smidgen will aid to the efforts to rebuild both the structures as well as attitudes of the people within.
But no, you – all of you – would rather hunt me like a dog. As though I were some sort of monster. But I have allies too, people that do not subscribe to the delusions of the upper crust – and you. And they will not abandon me like you so cruelly did – twice, if we are keeping score – because they aren't enchanted by the pretty views. Ensnared by aesthetics. My stomach lurches at the thought of losing you – of you shuffling off of this mortal coil - but I need to do what must be done. Sentimentality has no place here. Not in the new world I wish to create. And I would create it with my own bare hands if I must – as well as a tonne of advanced technology that put 'hextech' to shame, of course! You can call me a lot of things but a fool is most definitely not one of them.
So I have one thing left to say to you: Catch me if you can. Because I am fully prepared to face you one more time. One last time. And only one of us will be the victor of that epic encounter. Only one of us will stagger away from that particular battle and be hailed as a hero. I may be a villain in the eyes of the wealthy but to the poor and downtrodden I will be a saviour. I already am a saviour, in fact. I just need to eradicate a few more pests and Zaun will thrive like it never has before.
So, I am sorry, sis, but this is goodbye. Forever.