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Jul. 25th, 2017 11:33 pm[ Two weeks since Beacon fell. It's still all over the news; the recapture and rebuild has barely just begun. Still no word from Weiss. Still no word from Blake. Pyrrha's gone, Penny's gone, and Yang has a stump where her right arm used to be. She doesn't leave the bed, much: just sleeps, reads, browses idly through her scroll.
Two weeks, and little seems to be changing. Maybe this is what the rest of her life will look like. The thought is chilling, when Yang lets herself dwell on it -- but more often than not, she feels numb. She knows Dad's worried, and she knows Ruby's worried, but somehow their world still seems to be moving while hers is stuck in place. Even with all that Ruby's seen, and all that Ruby's lost, she still finds it in her to get up every morning and put on a smile.
Yang doesn't get it.
It's one in the afternoon and she can feel Ruby hovering in the doorway, can see her in the corner of her vision past the edge of her book. She doesn't lift her gaze as she speaks, and her voice comes out a little scratchy -- right, she hasn't had any water since waking up. Ah, whatever. ]
What's up?
Two weeks, and little seems to be changing. Maybe this is what the rest of her life will look like. The thought is chilling, when Yang lets herself dwell on it -- but more often than not, she feels numb. She knows Dad's worried, and she knows Ruby's worried, but somehow their world still seems to be moving while hers is stuck in place. Even with all that Ruby's seen, and all that Ruby's lost, she still finds it in her to get up every morning and put on a smile.
Yang doesn't get it.
It's one in the afternoon and she can feel Ruby hovering in the doorway, can see her in the corner of her vision past the edge of her book. She doesn't lift her gaze as she speaks, and her voice comes out a little scratchy -- right, she hasn't had any water since waking up. Ah, whatever. ]
What's up?
