The prostitute's eyes drifted across the glass pane of the window. She only perceived her own reflection, distorting the noxious atmosphere of Zaun.

More often than she would have preferred, her thoughts turned to Vi and Jinx. Their predicament appealed to her greatly.

Sisters turned enemies.

Hiedra was no stranger to the animosity that could bloom between sisters. It was a devastating agony that she knew too well. This phenomenon seemed to her like a very unique ilk of grief. The all-consuming hatred between them was solely deepened by the sacred bond that was meant to unite siblings beyond mortal constraints. That, too, was a reality much too familiar to her.

However, this pair of sisters had not been torn apart by one or the other's faults or actions, so to speak. It appeared as though, in their case, fate had intervened.

Powder, vying for her sister's affection, but finding herself stranded with only Silco to give it to her. Violet, holding onto morals that she should have let go of years ago.

Now, they stood on opposite sides of the river, and the world would know them for their separation, not for the closeness they once shared.

A wedge stood between them, a profound, dark and murky precipice into which any hopes of reconciliation had met their end.

They made themselves enemies to all by becoming each other's enemy.

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