no. her body wouldn’t let her leave. as soon as he grabbed her, she felt her legs start to give out. it was barely any force, yet it was enough to make her violently dizzy. her vision blurred in and out, the room spinning around her as her head throbbed. what was he saying ? she could barely hear over her own efforts to stay awake and breathing.
her daughters. he’d said something about her daughters, and it re-ignited that boiling rage inside of summer. she wouldn’t let him get to them. no. she wouldn’t let anyone get to them. they were hers and hers only, both of them. they were why she continued to be a huntress, to help those who couldn’t defend themselves. to find and kill salem and make sure she couldn’t reach them. of course, the last part had proven to be more difficult than summer had originally imagined.
“ i have two daughters , actually. and i do trust ozpin with them. whatever you’ve been told is a lie. he’s keeping us safe — keeping them safe. but of course you wouldn’t believe that. she’s been lying to you for ages , hasn’t she ? ”
she gasps when she’s tugged, using her weaker arm to try and pry him off. it doesn’t work, and it only makes her look weaker. she pulls, but he doesn’t budge.
“ … james ? ” she comes to a realization , staring up at the doctor. “ how do you — let go — this is about him ? ”
"You seem surprised! Tell me, how, precisely, did you think I knew where you were sent after your parents were slaughtered, little lamb? All I needed to do was ask! He's a shockingly lonely man, you understand: perfectly happy to talk if someone gives him enough attention. Poor, stupid thing, it's probably only worsened since the divorce."
And she's up. He's shockingly careful as he picks her up, actually, apparently unwilling to compromise his integrity as a professional in his field more than he already does by working for the embodiment of death and destruction.
"Believe what you like, but I do want to point out one tiny, sordid little detail: you'll notice that everyone here is a grown adult. Her Grace isn't the one sending children to die in a war they don't even know is raging around them. Not surprising from a man who would rip four little girls from their mother's arms only to get them killed, though."
He does just put her back in bed, though he takes advantage of her weakness in order to tighten a pair of padded restraints around her ankles: the outside layer is clearly a leather or a synthetic leather, but the inside is soft and quilted. They're then locked, with small padlocks.
"Now, this will be far more pleasant for you if you simply behave."
