[ Powder almost gets Viktor a confused glance, but that would mean turning and taking his eyes off of Jinx. The word means nothing to him, he doesn't register it as a name.
A large hand wraps around his arm and Jayce's body stiffens, muscles tense, readying to forcibly pull himself free. He takes a step forward to do so, then stops himself, torn between glancing back at Viktor and unhinged woman in front of them: the terrorist responsible for so many deaths, a monster in his mind - and here, a skinny girl with a bad haircut, one who had been near catatonic last he'd heard. ]
I don't - [ even know who Vander is. Barely does. His expression twists and then falls, struggling to rise to her level of rage, but he won't move unless one of them forces to. ] We're not against anyone - look, you don't understand...
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A large hand wraps around his arm and Jayce's body stiffens, muscles tense, readying to forcibly pull himself free. He takes a step forward to do so, then stops himself, torn between glancing back at Viktor and unhinged woman in front of them: the terrorist responsible for so many deaths, a monster in his mind - and here, a skinny girl with a bad haircut, one who had been near catatonic last he'd heard. ]
I don't - [ even know who Vander is. Barely does. His expression twists and then falls, struggling to rise to her level of rage, but he won't move unless one of them forces to. ] We're not against anyone - look, you don't understand...