Best thing to happen to the “manic pixie dream girl” trope. When you meet Powder, she’s a sweet, but traumatized, little girl. All you want to do is stand between her and the things that are hurting her so she can just grow up and be normal.

And then you see her become this hurting, angry, and above-all disturbed person who’s been broken by everything she’s been through, and it effing hurts. Suddenly rather than an adolescent fantasy, she’s a real person you care about who’s been driven to madness by circumstances she had very little control over.