Never had she changed when it comes to others, a first to make decisions for the well-beings of others. Treating them equally as if the dragon’s choice was wrong … it felt like a curse. She practically grew an impulse of wanting to train outside, beating away Grimm like there’s no tomorrow. Unleashing all that pent up rage boiling within Yang’s form but restrained her emotions. Learning the depth training given by Tai, she refuses letting it all go to waste over her selfish reasons. That hatred & despair won’t be a weapon controlling her actions, not anymore. Lightly shaking her head, a sigh escapes to release those suppressed thoughts that were vocalized once. Only one person had heard it ———— now it was the faunus friend’s turn to hear out. Hear this truly weakened girl’s voices another time, about the truth behind everything. ❝ … Please don’t go, Blake. Not when I’m afraid you might end up leaving us again. ❞
That lengthened silence between them ends as Yang says something that hopefully won’t be happening anymore. She had no power to stop if her faunus partner committed it out of nowhere. That won’t stop the fear, the fear of watching someone depart with their backs facing saddened lilacs. They harbored loneliness but sends them off with a brightened smile … precisely as the sunny dragon her father once said. You are my sunny little dragon, one who brightens more than the sun in our lives —— stay strong for their sake. The brawler picked up the pieces and yet when can someone be there for her?
❝ I know you wanted to protect us after what Adam did to my arm. But you realize … if it meant I could protect you, I would have done it all over again. This was the first time I’ve ever felt weak, a time when my strength wasn’t enough to beat him. My arm is a constant reminder that I can’t underestimate my opponents. ❞ Her metallic arm trembles the longer lilacs hues gaze, recalling those moments where crimson red ripped it away. The nightmares dwell within each tremor but the dragon ceases it through a tight grip on herself. ❝ But my fear of you not coming back again is what frustrated me because everyone I know always leaves, without a word. ❞
guilt wracks the girl’s frame, makes her feel suddenly too exposed, like she needs to cover up or hide. or run. but she holds one hand behind her back, tightly furled, a fist to remind herself to stop running from her problems and fight back. yang’s being unusually open right now. she can’t... she can’t leave her like that.
still, though, she finds it hard to make eye contact. even when her eyes finally make it up to yang’s, she finds her gaze diverting, flitting away like a fickle wind. back when they were students at beacon, when everything was simple, when ozpin wasn’t a twelve-year-old kid, yang had told her about her mother. about how she’d just... left her.
the faunus takes a step forward, towards yang. slowly, she relaxes her fist, uses her hand to cover her friend’s trembling one. “i’m not going anywhere. not anymore.” even though her voice shakes, it’s not out of indecision. it’s concern. yang’s never liked anyone pitying her, but blake’s just worried. slowly, she kneels by her teammate’s feet, keeping her hand in place. “yang, i... i’m so sorry i left. i won’t do it again. and if i have to leave... i’ll take you with me, or at least let you know.”
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