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I didn't know where I was going. Each step I took felt aimless, but I couldn't turn back. Sticking with their plan wasn't any better. It was all noise—debates and decisions that didn't mean anything when lives were still being destroyed from the wrong enemy.
For the first time, instead of waiting for Vi to leave me again, I left her.
She didn't leave me for the third time, I left her for the first time.
Maybe it was better this way. She had her fight, her mission. But mine... mine was different. I couldn't let go of Jinx—not yet, maybe not ever. No matter how far gone she seemed, she was still my sister. My Powder. I wasn't ready to give up on her, even if everyone else had.
I thought about the look in her eyes when she sat in that chair, torn between who she was and who the world told her to be. She didn't become Jinx on her own. It wasn't her fault. She was just a kid—an innocent, scared kid who tried to save her family the only way she knew how. And we failed her. I failed her. We didn't protect her when it mattered most, and she paid the price for our mistakes.
As I walked down the shadowy alleys of the Undercity, memories came flooding back. The smell of damp stone and rusted metal, the distant hum of machinery, the flicker of neon lights against crumbling walls—it was all so familiar. It had only been days, maybe weeks, since I'd left, but it felt like a lifetime. I didn't keep track of time anymore, it didn't matter here.
This place wasn't safe. It wasn't clean or orderly like Piltover. But it was home. It's where I was raised, where Powder, Violet, and I dreamt of a better life. No matter how far I'd gone, how much I'd seen, I'd always come from here.
I missed it. I missed being me.
The Undercity wasn't perfect, but it was honest. It wore its scars for everyone to see, unlike the polished masks of Piltover's council chambers. And as I walked those streets, I couldn't help but feel the weight of what we'd lost—but also the hope of what could still be saved.
If I could find Jinx, maybe I could remind her of who she was before the world broke her. Maybe I could help her find her way back—or at least show her she wasn't alone. I didn't know if she wanted to see me. I didn't know if I could even find her. But I couldn't give up.
Because giving up on her would be like giving up on half of myself. We were a duo, always had been. And no matter what, she was still my sister.
As I continued walking, the sound of footsteps grew louder behind me. At first, I ignored them, assuming they belonged to just another passerby in the bustling Undercity. But as the noise quickened, something felt off. I turned, expecting to see a familiar face, only for a small child to dart past me in a blur, nearly knocking me off balance.
The kid's breathing was frantic, their small frame trembling as they disappeared into a side alley. Moments later, three much larger men stormed after them, their heavy boots echoing in the narrow street. My brow furrowed as I watched the scene unfold. I recognized the path the child had taken—a shortcut I hadn't seen in years.
