<span style="font-family:Palanquin">Sympathy - at least, sympathy in the spoken form - was something Jinora was almost <i>too</i> used to because she mentioned her father a lot. She wasn’t even sure why he came up so much, either. She didn’t even know what he’d looked like unless a single glimpse at his dead corpse counted; she knew that he’d devoted his life to helping her see again, though and now that she had eyes, Jinora felt obligated to be grateful. If she had one more day with him, though, she wouldn’t use that time to spend as much time with him as she could. Jinora would use it to learn more about her eyes. Maybe then she could actually avenge him. <br/>
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It was odd. Revenge wasn’t a goal Jinora ever thought about when she’d been trapped and imprisoned, but now that she had the tiniest slice of freedom, it was one of the first things she considered. She didn’t understand it. Emotions would be how they were, though. <br/>
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She chuckled when he talked about life not playing fair. “Yeah, sure. If life ever does decide to play fair for anyone, even if they’re not me, give me a call because I wanna see it.” It honestly seemed like she didn’t believe that life was actually capable of playing fair in the first place because it definitely hadn’t ever done so for her. <br/>
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Too distracted by her own thoughts to be paying much attention to Sly’s exact movements at every moment in time, Jinora was completely caught off-guard by him grabbing her hand and taking off running. In fact, the first thought that then popped into her head was that he’d seen someone who was pursuing them, and Jinora looked around with her eyes to see if that was the case. When she realized it wasn’t, Jinora couldn’t help but ask, “Sly, why are we running1?” She had to talk loudly over the sound of air rushing past them because they weren’t exactly moving slowly. <br/>
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When the game became even more involved, she was even more incredulous. Jinora even jumped a few times because she couldn’t honestly say she was much of a thrill seeker. Her life gave her more than enough thrills without the need for her to seek them out further than that. <i>And</i> Jinora knew that those thrills weren’t over yet. <br/>
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Finally, though, they slowed down and Jinora was still giving him a look of complete incredulity. “Yeah, we will need it sooner or later, but I don’t have any. They didn’t exactly pay me for being their prisoner. They just kept me alive enough to do their dirty work.” She was more than capable of finding the green Sly was looking for either in the pockets of all the people they were walking past or in the buildings they stood beside, but she wasn’t quite sure if that was what he was looking for. Jinora wasn’t sure if she was comfortable with it either; she’d wait until that was necessary before deciding on it herself.</span>