('a liar, someone who puts a stranger over family, an enforcer no less, someone who tries me like a kid, who keeps calling me powder and won't accept change or who i am.' naturally, she can't say all of this so instead, jinx tries to bring up the positive sides of vi. jinx drums her fingers lightly along the table while glancing up at their wooden ceiling -- pondering on how to describe her.)

She's a protector. A lil' rough around the edges but not too much in a bad way. Without her, I... wouldn't be alive. 'Cuz she thought me how to be brave and face some of my fears when I was young like you.

She looks after people when they are in trouble and... if you're lost, she will come find you.

(because she did come to find her after all when she light up her flare just like she said all those years.)

She doesn't think just 'cuz you're small, you're weak. She would believe in you. We argue sometimes but families... do that. But we still love each other.

(at least, she thinks so anyway.)

She use to say to me,"What makes you different makes you strong." And I still believe in that.