( that... is true too. and hearing it all over again has her gripping onto the sleeves of her dress as he rummages around in his pockets. at this point, jinx isn't really focusing too much on her father or what he is doing, but more into her own thoughts. the voices within her are hissing reminders of not just of what happened back home, but here too. )

... She hurt me when I got here. ( jinx quietly admits, voice going back to it's uneven wavers. )

There's this... — this girl she met here. Her hair is almost like mine, blue and in braids. And I think we're kinda the same age too. That's her other roommate. She said they're just friends and she helped her out once, but did they had to live under the same roof? So what if she helped her out? Does that mean they gotta live together?

... Vi thinks I'm reading too much into it.