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NOTE: PETER HAS TWO EARPIECES! One for Spider-Man, and one for Peter. If you need to reach out to Spider-Man, you can do so here as well. Just be aware that it doesn't show Peter and Spider-Man as the same person.

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[keepitgoing]

I've handled plenty of monologues before.

[He holds his hands up in surrender.

The important thing is that, once again, he has prevented her from crashing out.

Victory.]

Hey, I'll say no more. [NO TAKEBACKS, JINX] ... You gonna be able to navigate with all that hair out?

[jinxs]

Not from him. And someone killed him, so he's had extra time under the river to come up with a full book of Zaun Opera. Did I tell you his deal anyway?

(Not how it works, but still, if Peter wondered why he might be a little mad, there he has it. Not that Silco ever put it against her. Obviously not, it was an accident, she's perfect and has no accountability whatsoever on his part.

So.)

Takes me 30 minutes. You want to try or something?

[keepitgoing]

... I think I've heard bits and pieces...

[A refresher would definitely do him some good.

Looking at the mess of hair, he winces.]

I've made friendship bracelets before. Is that close enough to braiding hair?

[jinxs]

Pay attention!

(Here's a strand of hair she separates in three, her fingers looping them as slow as she can manage when there's the speed of muscle memory to fight against. Then, she just undoes it, moving to separate her hair in two so she can get started on one side.

He wants to take the other one, eh, fine, she's not putting a whole lot of faith in it. Silco took forever to learn, so she's going to be confused if he does a passable job in his first time.)

Okay. You know the whoooole gist, Piltover gets the progress and wealth, we get the scraps and lack of dignity. Silco, Vander and my mom were working to make Zaun independent, so we could stop slapping each other and begging. Revolution happens, or, er, doesn't. My mom, dead, dad, dead, Silco mad, Vander mad, they blame each other, Vander drowns Silco a little bit in our filthy, toxic river. Silco goes underground, Vander kinda takes over the Lanes, except he's folding left and right, soooooo. The rest, you've seen. Vander dies, we take over, blahblahblah, trust no one.

[keepitgoing]

[He clumsily gets through some of a braid as he listens attentively. It's not exactly the most emotionally subtle retelling of miserable circumstances, but it's Jinx so it all checks out.]

Right... and I totally get all that. [He's super focused on the braid, but he's gonna talk through the process.] Trust no one, lots of dad drama, the river stuff. That all sucks. I just don't think your dad is doomed to stay the same forever.

Nobody is hopeless, not when they're able to care like he obviously cares about you.