sometimes, nora said that ren had an unhealthy obsession with being right. they’d never liked admitting to faults, or bringing to light any of their wrongdoings, or shortcomings. it was the prideful draconic soul in them, manifesting there if not anywhere else. despite trusting jaune with their life and with their team the lingering suspicion from the first few months in beacon had never truly faded. that wasn’t saying much, considering ren suffered from frequent bouts of unreasonable paranoia.
it had been especially bad around the time they reached kuroyuri, looming ever closer to the anniversary of it’s destruction, and the dragon had lashed out at jaune unintentionally, brought up a misgiving that should have long ago been put to rest, accused jaune of hiding something. ren was the last person who should have been accusing people of keeping secrets. they still hadn’t disclosed to ruby or jaune why they’d gone into a blind rage at the sight of the knuckelavee.
only now, clear headed, gaze cast upon leader’s new haircut did ren realise the true reason behind jaune’s hesitation all those months prior. and ren had been right, but that didn’t mean they felt satisfaction in finding out the truth. they felt rather sick actually, having known some fraction of the pain knight went through, when their own horns had been snapped off. ren’s breath became shallow, eyes rimming red and becoming glassy. all those months ago, they’d been so self - centred.
voice shaky with regret they murmured, ‘ i’ve been a bad friend. ’
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