[ @skidqrow // summer ]
“i wish i could have saved you. please forgive me.”
“Saved.” She bit the word out, too caustic, and turned away from him to glare into tight, shadowed spaces between the trees. It crowded up in her throat to spit not you too in his face—bad enough that Tai had decided Salem had her on a leash and taken it upon himself to save her, these last few months, but Qrow should have known better. Of all people.
Or else he meant saving her from the things she’d been running away from all those years ago, and that felt somehow worse. For all her ups and downs—for every fucked up thing that happened to her, and every awful choice she’d made in answer—Summer didn’t regret much. Leaving the girls behind. That fatal moment of cowardice, lying to Raven when she stepped back through to Mistral.
But something in her dug in its heels and threw its head back in protest at the thought of being saved from any of it. (Something. No. She knew why; her heart has been cleaved down the middle of this war for a long, long time.)
Flatly, she said, “You’re lucky you caught me alone.” A pointed look. The grimm were staying out of sight, used to reading her by now, but they weren’t quiet. Rending howls and the cries like shattered stone tore at the evening. “I’m not—” a harsh exhalation. “I’m not interested in tearing open old scars, Qrow.”
