❛ we take what we can get , and we make the most of it. ❜
prompt / accepting.
❝ ruby … ❞
the warrior’s gaze moves to the ground, watching her fingers tremble, before she tries to calm it. to know that all they’ve worked for was for an impossible war: that salem could not be defeated, it was devastating, especially for pyrrha. she’d almost given her life for ozpin’s cause: remembering that day, the vytal festival, cinder— was she meant to be a weapon for a futile fight? the conflict that she wanted to prevent, could it not be stopped?
to hear ruby’s resolve, unwavered by the truth was admirable, but pyrrha found herself surrounded by her thoughts: the lives lost at beacon, all she experienced during that fateful day, and the guilt of living. it was a constant battle at the back of her mind, a frame of mind that her teammates did their best to ease— but hearing the news, they resurfaced: frown forming on the girl’s lips as she struggles to respond.
❝ i’m sorry , i think … i-i still need time. ❞ she says, arms folding to hold herself, as she takes a step toward the staircase. ❝ i’m sorry … ❞
