[It’s not the monster Caitlyn knows. It’s exactly her, and has always been her. A glow in the corner of a mirror, and a trail she could hardly grasp before the kingdom crumbled—a lead she clung to like a lifeline.

[And it was that damning blue, and not the soft callouses in her palm. And it was that blinding blue, the underline that first took Caitlyn away from her unafflicted fortress and into the… dark, and—towards the…

powder blue eyes full of tears because she couldn’t understand because she’d gone mad

[and the past can’t be changed and there’s no sense drowning in it. Wrongs are long overdue for correction. Jinx, Jinx is unstable. Jinx has no idea what’s going on. There’s a rawness to her screaming that Caitlyn refuses to hear. A child; an annoyance.

[But somewhere, between the tears and the murky sputters of history, the sneer on Caitlyn’s lip falters.]

I don’t have her. [Her wrist hurts. She shouldn’t say anything. She watches the girl, not the shark.]

It’s you she wants.

[If it’s a gambit for her life, it sounds awfully bitter.]