"Hello," Jinx said darkly in the mirror's reflection.

Caitlyn froze, very aware of how unarmed and…exposed she was. God, if she had gotten in here…where were her parents? Oh God, had this monster hurt them? She couldn't bear the thought. She said nothing, sure that anything she said would set her off. There was something different about her. Those eyes…were they…shimmer

"Dry off," Jinx ordered in a husky voice. "I'm throwing a party and all my friends–old and new, are invited."

Somehow, Caitlyn found her voice and said, keeping the fear out of her voice as best she could while trying to sound diplomatic and politely curious, just like her mother taught her from a very early age, asked, "A party?"

"Yes." Jinx said the word like it was obvious while at the same time, being surprised at her question.

"How did you…how did you get in?"

"If you're worried about your counselor mommy and bushy bearded daddy, don't be. No one knows I'm here but you."

Caitlyn let out a little sigh of relief, small enough that she would be surprised if Jinx had heard it.

"I'm not…a monster, whatever you've been telling my sister." Suddenly she looked upset, and still just as menacing.

"I haven't told her anything," she responded defensively, then backtracked, remembering herself. "She was locked away in Stillwater for years, never even charged with a crime, then I went to see her for information and let her out so that she could help me."

"Why her?" Jinx asked curiously.

"Because she broke the jaw of the person I actually wanted to talk to. When she recognized your artwork–the one you left on the square, the monkey thing, she offered to help me find proof that Silco was responsible."

"I thought I recognized you, Princess." Jinx chuckled a little at the memory, making Caitlyn seethe. "What's a fancy pantsy girl like you doing working for the Enforcers?"

"I wanted to be of service to the city. But you don't really care about that do you? I think I'll get dressed now if that's alright with you."

"Sure. But I think I'll decide what you wear. After all, there's a dresscode to this party. Can't be overdressed–or underdressed."

Once again, Jinx chuckled, eyeing Caitlyn's naked back, making her cringe and want to cover up her front instinctively. She quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around herself, tying it in the front. She followed Jinx out of the bathroom carefully, letting her set the pace of this encounter. Finally they found themselves in her bedroom and Caitlyn noticed that the window was wide open, the lock having been clearly broken by Jinx on her way in. Speaking of the devil, she was craning her head all around the room in curious fascination.

"Fancy. Fit for a princess."

Turning her head back to face Caitlyn, she gestured with her chin towards her admittedly large closet, which Caitlyn walked up to, standing inches away from the person–girl, really, who had murdered her fellow enforcers. They had been rude, brash, insensitive, and very needlessly critical of her and her background, but when the time had come for them to spring into action and help what they thought was an innocent victim caught in a fire, none of them hesitated to run into the flames to help. By the time she realized they were all in danger and walking into a trap, it had been too late.

Jinx opened the closet door and let her eyes scroll over the various dresses, uniforms, and day clothes that were hanging on hooks. She looked very thoughtful as she did so.

"You know, when I was a little girl, my sister and my friends came up topside to look into the windows of shops and would be amazed at all the things you had that we didn't. I still remember this time Clagger and I pressed our noses against the glass of a toy shop and saw all these cool robots and planes. But I couldn't take my eyes off this doll in the corner, sitting with another doll, this beautiful tea set with, like, real glass on a little toy table in between them. I thought they looked so pretty, especially together. I told my sister, pointed at the window and said 'See! See! Aren't they beautiful?' and she smiled at me and said that one day she'd try to get one for me. I guess now she has."

Caitlyn was struck, once again, with fear and wondered what exactly Jinx meant. Jinx, who was now coming toward her and smiling that strange and curious smile. Caitlyn resisted the urge to flinch away when she flicked at a stray, wet hair that was resting on her shoulders.

"Our mother had blue hair. Pretty, like yours. Vi used to say that I took after her but…I guess she found a closer replica."

"Your sister loves you," Caitlyn found herself saying, not quite sure where it was coming from. Perhaps it came from a simultaneous urge to defend Vi and calm down Jinx, the latter of which didn't appear to be working very well.

"Does she?"

She sounded so small, like the little girl Vi remembered and was still trying to save. It almost made Caitlyn hopeful.

"Of course. Why do you think she offered to help me? She wanted to find you. That's always been her goal. That's what the fight with Sevika was about. That's what following that flare was about. That's why we parted ways on the bridge–"

"Oh, but you didn't part ways on that stupid bridge, did you?" Jinx was raising her voice now, and hopefully someone had heard her and was coming. Ideally someone armed. But her voice went back to its regular volume as she continued, "No, she ran right for you and left me all over again. Liar."

"She's not a liar. Marcus betrayed me. He was about to kill me. He almost killed Ekko and that's when Vi came back. If that hadn't happened, she would have come back for you."

"If it hadn't been…for you…"

Oh no. That was the conclusion that Jinx had come to. Caitlyn tried to de-escalate this quickly.

"That's not what I meant," she insisted.

"Oh, I know exactly what you meant." Jinx's tone was accusatory. "Now get dressed. Wear one of those fancy uniforms that you wore when you killed our mother and father!"

"I…I didn't…I wasn't even there–"

"Now."

Caitlyn did as she was told, reached in and pulled the first clean uniform she saw off the racks. Eyeing Jinx, she somehow found enough courage to ask, "Can I…can I have a moment?"

Jinx chuckled that dark chuckle again before asking, "What? Baring it all for one sister was enough for you, was it?"

"What? She and I have never–"

"Oh, I don't mind. To each her own, that's what I say. After all, like you said, she's been locked away in prison for a long time. She probably needed some company. I can't blame her for that, we all need a little company from time to time. But what I can't understand is why–why she would want to keep the company of an Enforcer. After all you've done to us, to the Lanes…Vander…"

"I saved your sister's life," Caitlyn said as she got dressed behind the changing screen. She'd managed to get behind the screen while Jinx was talking her nonsense. "Then she saved mine. We were in danger and each other's only hope. We owed each other, that's all. I'm sure if you find her, she'll say more of the same thing. She made it very clear she wants nothing more to do with me or anyone or anything in Piltover for that matter."

"Oh my God," Jinx laughed again, like they were swapping stories, reminiscing about old times. "Classic Vi. No…I know her, probably better than you ever will."

"Then how can you say she'd choose anyone or anything over you? Look, she told me about what happened. She never meant to leave you, it was out of her control, and she's felt guilty about it ever since."

"She…she told you what happened?" That childish voice again. It was unnerving and sad all at once.

"More or less," Caitlyn responded, coming out from behind the curtain in her uniform, her hair still wet but she felt no desire to brush or dry it. What was important was getting Jinx under control. "The very idea that she was separated from you still haunts her, I see it. Anyone with eyes can see it."

"I see," Jinx said, once again looking thoughtful. "And when did she…tell you this? When you saved her life, or when she saved yours?"

"I…does that really matter?"

"Yes, Princess, it does. In between explosions and kidnappings, she opened up to you about her whole life story? I find that a little bit rich."

"Look…Powder–"

"Don't call me that! You–you're trying to trick me. You're trying to–I don't even know what you're trying to do–Shut up already!"

"I just want us both to come out of this alive and well."

"You want the stone. Those stones…all they've done is bring down a shit storm on my family. We never, ever should have gone into that stupid lab. It was just supposed to be a good haul–in and out–"

"Wait, what did you say? You…it was you. You, Vi–you were the ones who broke in all those years ago. Jayce said he thought he saw a girl, but I was sure he'd simply hit his head too hard and–oh my God. The explosion. That was you. That was always you–"

"Okay, I'm bored now."

Suddenly distracted by her realization, Caitlyn didn't see, but she certainly felt a blunt object hit her on the side of the head, causing her to fall over and lose consciousness.