[Ruqa Reyes]

"You are so reckless, you know that?" said a bitter young man with a light brown complexion as he leaned over the azul huntress reclining in a repurposed dentist chair.

"Uhuh," Ruqa muttered as her replacement prosthetics were being installed. They were temporary things that she often wore when she needed a new set of arms, but nothing combat ready.

With a click of a sprocket wrench the internal wires connected and Ruqa winced as her nerves received some static feedback, gritting her teeth and retreating back into the chair instinctively but a model patient in all other respects.

Scraps of plate metal were scattered along a table bench on the side, pieces that had taken acid damage and needed to be exchanged. But despite being sat in the middle of a sterile clinic, Ruqa was a bit more cleaned up and composed than she was a few hours ago when she left the train station.

"I didn't give you these prosthetics so you could endanger yourself all the time..."

"I mean they worked didn't they? I'm unharmed, kinda," Ruqa barked back, rolling her eyes at the uninvited scolding. "The armour served it's purpose, the arms saved me from getting cut into pieces. I'm grateful for it, I'm glad you gave me these things. What else do you want? I'm a huntress, this is kind of damage is part of the job description."

"...Sometimes I wish I never let you become a huntress. I should have stopped you."

Ruqa laughed snidely. "You? Stop me?? Unlikely, I would have figured out a way-"

"THEN I FUCKING ENABLED YOU," he yelled, jabbing a finger in her face.

She immediately shut up, bracing for a talking down.

"I gave you the tools to ruin your own life. I... You keep getting hurt and that makes it my fault" Cass said, turning away to study the damaged parts on the table.

With a pale face, Ruqa sat up and swung her legs around to face Cassander. "That's... come on, Cass, you can't take the blame for that. It's all my doing. I... was just reckless this time, I'll be more careful next time."

Her brother's silence was enough to say they both knew that wasn't possible.

"Would it have been that bad to just be a normal person? You got hurt badly back then, and you kept on getting back up to throw yourself at some other thing. I just..." the man said, with a look of defeat.

"Can't stop, Cass, sorry... If I don't do this then I'm already dead," she sighed, not satisfied with her answer either. But this was something Ruqa had to do, even if her brother was never able to understand.

"And if I stop helping you whenever you come back half-alive? What are you then? What am I?" Cassander pondered aloud, with questions Ruqa couldn't answer.

In truth, if Cassander decided to stop giving Ruqa repairs, or replacement prosthetics, Ruqa might have to drop the four-arm gimmick in favour of something simpler. She might have to find a new engineer or take time off to retrain with new weapons. She might be forced to quit if Cassander made that decision but for whatever reason, he never gave up on her and continued to "enable" her.

Both looked each other down but Cassander speaks up to clear the weird silence that he couldn't stand either. "Never mind, Ruqa, just... give me some hope that you'll try and save the day without coming out looking worse for it, like you usually do."

"Yeah.... yeah, I'll try. Sorry, Cass, if this frustrates you."

"Mmm. Right. I'll let you know in two weeks when I can replace those busted arms. Stay home and keep out of huntsman stuff until then, at the very least, please," her brother sighs as he hands her the invoice and leads her out of the operating room and out of the clinic.

The neon sign that read "open" is shut off as the Cass closes the clinic. Ruqa waits on the sidewalk, kicking rocks as she waits for him to finish up before walking up the exterior staircase leading to the apartment on the second floor.

Ruqa digs through her pocket to pull out her keys while her brother follows behind, listing the kinds of activities she should do for the next week and what kind of repairs he was planning to make to Mantis Brachius. Any bystander would see the four-armed huntress standing outside her apartment being advised/scolded by a man that looked like an older, male version of Ruqa in a lab coat.

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WC:768

TWC: 768

Weapon [D]
Sem [C] (Spd+Str C)
Acrobatics [F]
Ice Dust [F]
Tracking [F]
Ruqa's Colour Hex: 54e1fb

Cass' Colour Hex: 5456fb

[Bianca Sabbato]

Interviews and the like were something I had... Absolutely no experience in. So I did what any self-preserving person would do, and I declined each and every offer to speak to the media. I gave my rundown of the events to the proper authorities, straight-up ignoring the cameras and reporter at the site when the train finally stopped on the outskirts of the capital.

Fuck that, Kishka could handle the PR and bullshit. I sucked at it, and it was in my best interest to fly under the radar as much as possible. I wanted the council to notice my progress, my willingness to keep my part of the deal. And nothing more.

“A round of applause for our heroes”

Yeah, right... I hated that damned word. I was not a hero. I was just a worker who put down her hours and was paid for it. And after the fact, she just wanted to sit on a fluffy couch with a blanket, take out her pants, and watch tv until she fell asleep without being bothered.

And all the unrequited attention was making me feel really damn uncomfortable for a plethora of reasons. First of all, was that I deserved none of it for the aforementioned reasons and then some. But the other was much simpler.

I didn’t want to deal with stupid things. People admiring me? Some kids, looking up to me and stuff. Why? So they could be disappointed later? The council had done a damn good job at covering my past and how exactly I joined Haven. But all of that could change if I gained notoriety.

People would begin to wonder. Who is this lizard girl? They had no register of me attending a combat school. They had no information about any family members or anyone taking care of me before joining the academy. They didn’t even have any register of an institution of secondary education for me.

I was a fucking ghost as far as most of the kingdom was aware of. And that would sooner or later attract the attention of the people. Just one trip to the right places in what was left of the ground district, and they would have their answer, and it wouldn’t be pretty.

But of course, I couldn’t just... Do my job badly to avoid that. I couldn’t stop saving people just to cover my ass. I couldn’t let the criminals beat me and run away. Because who the fuck would do that?

So it was like a trip down a fucking spiral, where you can clearly see the end of the inevitable result. But can do nothing to stop it. I just wanted this last year to pass quickly. Until I graduated from Haven, I wouldn’t be able to make proper sense of things. To properly decide what I wanted without feeling like I didn’t have a choice in the first place. And the uncertainty of waiting for that day was making a mess of my nerves.

But that didn’t mean I could get sloppy with things. And there was something I needed to do before I could lock myself in my room for another week to wait for the storm to pass.

I took a cab towards the apartment of a well-known face. A certain four-armed huntress known as Ruqa Reyes... Well. She had two arms now, but my point remained.

On that note. The fact that Ruqa lost two of her arms during the fight against Jet actually served as a pretty damn good justification for my annoyance towards the Asul Huntress. She could have died. Everyone could have. We weren’t walking in the park or in a friendly spar in Haven. Not anymore.

We were on a dangerous mission, where our own lives and those of the passengers were in the line. And she just started attacking one of our own people.

I’ll concede to her that Nik made a stupid move... But he did it by accident. So if we could fault him for something was for stupidity, not malice. He kept it professional at all times.

Which meant that if my irritation towards the Burzanov was a 2 out of ten. Against Ruqa, it was a perfect 10. Letting your emotions get the better of you like that was something we couldn’t do...

I exited the vehicle after paying for my trip. And began walking down the street, paying attention to the enumeration of the houses and apartments.

Sooner rather than later, I found what I was looking for. Not the house itself, but miss Reyes, and who looked like a family member of some sort. Unless Ruqa had a penchant for dating people who looked exactly like her.

As I got closer, I began deliberately making my steps a little noisier, wanting to give Ruqa a chance to notice my presence beforehand. -Hello- I said plainly, once I judged I was close enough.

-Sorry for coming here without previous notice. But I wanted to discuss some things with you. Ruqa- I told her, my expression a mask of neutrality. Wich, if Ruqa knew me at all, would be an immediate red flag of something being wrong. As I usually tried to be a little friendlier than that.

-Things regarding what happened inside the Argus Limited- I told her, with the same expression and flat tone. Official, monotonous. Like someone who was asked to read a business report out loud. Once that was said, I turned my gaze upon the man accompanying Ruqa. And the sole reason I was being so formal in the first place.

-Good evening, mister- I said with a short bow and a far more welcoming tone. Turning towards Ruqa again, I tilted my head a little before talking again.

-Hope I’m not interrupting? I don’t plan to stay for long if you don’t want- I said, meaning it. I wanted to get this thing over with, so I wasn’t looking forward to a prolonged shitshow if things came to that.

I just wanted to know what the fuck possessed Ruqa to do something so reckless back then. If I was to keep working with her in the future, I needed to be sure if she would be a reliable ally or a wildcard I should be wary of.

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[Ruqa Reyes]

Ruqa caught the sound of another person walking up the stairs and turned to see none other than a certain lizard faunus.

A sharp breath to convey her displeasure at this unwanted meeting as Ruqa looked up to the sky for an answer to why the universe would send her here.

Not staying quiet for long, Ruqa spins around to face Bianca with a fake smile.

"Oh wow! Look who it is!" Ruqa pointed out to her brother who looks wary at the stranger. "It's Bianca Sabbato! Boy oh boy, isn't this a treat. Here, right on our doorstep, oh joy oh joy...."

Ruqa grinned weakly as Bianca said outright what topic she wanted to discuss. "Hahah, you want to talk about what happened on the Argus Limited, huh... Don't suppose it's about wanting your own autograph from the inventor of the internet?" the azul huntress jeered. "That would be more doable, than whatever the hell this is..."

Ruqa had done well to keep her professional and personal life separate. Not that she had much of the latter, but she really didn't want people knowing where she lived, even if they were friends.

Although "friends" could be too strong of a word, depending on how her day and subsequent night were going.

The man in the lab coat looked at Bianca with mistrust, not inclined to listen to anyone that came to him after working hours. However he saw instantly that this was more Ruqa's problem than his, as his sister was oh so inclined to get into. And given how much energy he spent babysitting, he decided Ruqa could take this one by herself.

"...Right. I'm imagining you know each other from "work"," Cassander sighed, giving the two huntresses a dull look. Ruqa gave him a look that was meant to imply 'don't leave me here with her', to which the man replied with a annoyed eye roll

"I'll leave you too it... Provided you don't do any property damage," the man said before heading inside, very much admitting what he thought might happen..

The lack of concern from the man had the potential to be misinterpreted as uncaring but it was more of an understanding between the Reyes siblings. Ruqa would never accept misplaced concern over her own safety and Cass knew better than to voice out his anal worries. If it was left unspoken they wouldn't bicker about it.

As Cassander went out of ear shot, Ruqa's shoulders slumped, feeling an great weight suddenly put on her. "So whatdya want, Bianca, I'm feeling kinda tired now." Ruqa muttered, rubbing the fatigue out of her eyes. That was a genuine comment from Ruqa, the Argus Mission was unusually draining even though they succeeded for the most part. It was just the little pains, the after mission realizations that sucked away her enthusiasm now.

"Kind of annoying that you came to my apartment uninvited. Not sure I told you my address even." Ruqa said, continually digging her own grave and pointlessly dragging the conversation on. Until the inevitable endpoint which was already looking like something she was going to regret.

"A bit stalker-ish, really, Bianca. Sorry, to say, I'm not gonna be inviting you in for a late night cup of coffee," she chuckles, her ability as a host clearly not employed tonight. "But, hey, let me hear what you want to say. I'm pretty sure I know what it is so let's get this over with now."

Leaning on the second story railing, Ruqa turns half facing the lizard faunus, just welcoming whatever commentary Bianca was coming up with.

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WC: 600
TWC: 1368
Weapon [D]
Sem [C] (Spd+Str C)
Acrobatics [F]
Ice Dust [F]
Tracking [F]
Ruqa's Colour Hex: 54e1fb
Cass' Colour Hex: 5456fb

[Bianca Sabbato]

I watched with an unflinching expression as Ruqa made a show of addressing my presence there. She was clearly nervous and quite patently annoyed that I decided to interrupt whatever she was doing.

But I ignored it. I understood why Ruqa could be rightfully pissed at me. But we could have time to discuss that later if she wanted. More pressing matters were at hand. So I merely shrugged as I watched Ruqa’s companion speak his mind.

-Not planning on causing any damage here- I replied without much care. Knowing full well that the notion was ridiculous, to begin with.

I wasn’t there to fight anyone. And even if I wanted, fighting Ruqa was something beyond the realm of possibility. Ruqa was a licensed huntress. I was merely a student. I couldn’t attack her, or I would go to jail, which was a place I was not very fond of visiting again.

Once the man disappeared inside the building, Ruqa seemed ready to address me again.

-I understand the sentiment. I recently had to spend a fair amount of time retelling what I saw on the train to Kishka and the rest of the Golden Wings-

I replied when she mentioned being tired. I was not being subtle at all with the implication that I had to give a detailed description of things, even what she did back there.

This applied to team Thorn as well. Some of them were considerably more pissed at it happening than myself. And I didn’t like that kind of drama, so I decided to come and try to make sense of things by myself. Hell, I certainly didn’t want Nik, of all people, coming to confront Ruqa after what happened.

-Just wanted to get shit over with- I answered back at the suggestions of my stalker behavior. Not outright saying, but implying I had purposedly chosen to blindside her so she wouldn’t have a chance to drag this out into oblivion. It was not the friendliest thing to do, but I knew my way around, and the city wasn’t nearly as big as people made it out to be, at least not if you knew the ins and outs of it.

And that would be all I was going to say about the matter. Not letting Ruqa deviate our conversation any further. Luckily, she seemed to want to go straight to the point as well. So I would comply.

-Well, basically, I want to know why a Huntress graduated from Haven decided to jeopardize a mission by unlawfully attacking one of her allies during an event in which the lives of 126 civilians were in danger...-

I began with a leveled tone, hands clasped behind my back and head slightly tilted towards her. But I had to stop mid-sentence. As I noticed that I wasn’t going nearly as hard as I could go. Nor adequately representing the situation for the four-armed huntress in front of me.

-Scratch that. I am mistaken. The terrorists planned to crash the train into the capital, detonate it and then wreak havoc all their way towards the council building. So, likely more than 126 civilians were endangered, if my math is correct. Besides your fellow huntsman and students who were also risking their lives, of course-

I did not plan on holding anything back. I really wanted for the huntress to realize the full extent of her fuck-up. And that things miraculously turning out okay didn’t excuse her from what she did. All the people she endangered because she couldn’t hold back her anger.

And for what? For a betrayal? For harm purposedly and maliciously sent her way? No, for a simple mistake from a stupid student who didn’t realize you gotta be careful when you fight with a spear in an enclosed space.

-That would be my main question. And I know what Nik did. I will be sure to tell that bitch Meng Long to get him a special training regime if that old fart even cares about things anymore... I’m talking about what you did, and why you did it...-

Preemptively, I decided to get that out of the way. Since I didn’t want her to believe I was there to vehemently defend the Burzanov like I was his knight in shining armor. But honestly, he wasn’t the reason I was there. I was there for Ruqa.

-I'm pretty sure he could even press charges against you. But I don’t expect him to do so. From the little I know him, it doesn’t seem to fit with his personality-

After that, I stopped talking and gave Ruqa enough space to answer however she saw fit.

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[Ruqa Reyes]

Ruqa took a sharp breath as it was so clearly implied that the other girl told Kishka and the rest of Golden Wings how much of a fuck up Ruqa had been. It wasn't necessarily something she didn't anticipate. This wasn't exactly something she could hide; not that she would ever be the kind of person to stoop that low. Regardless of Ruqa's desire to avoid the consequences, her actions on the Argus Limited were all on display and her input hardly mattered anymore. People would already have made up their minds about what happened in Car Five and nothing Ruqa could say would change it. If they were of the opinion that she was an incompetent violent excuse of a huntress, then hey, they were already pretty close to the truth already. She grimly anticipated that Bianca probably got her own version of the story and it certainly wasn't something Ruqa was going to come out of smelling like roses...

Her head nods up and down in silent agreement as Bianca gets on with it. Clearly neither of them wanted to be around each other longer than necessary.

"...Graduated huntress, hah! Suppose that means I'm supposed to be held up to a higher standard?" Ruqa questions, a bit louder than she intended.

It was obnoxious, Bianca holding the esteemed title of "Huntress" over Ruqa's sorry head like it was a threat. There was no meaning to it, Ruqa thought. Was there supposed to be a point where Ruqa should have matured from trainee to licensed huntress? If so, she never saw it. If Bianca was imagining that some how Ruqa would have magically acquired some great wisdom, some sense of responsibility or moral direction gained from her experience as a graduate then, well, all the more disappointment to her. Nothing changed about her in the time between Haven and graduation and that was exactly Ruqa's problem.

She caught the heavy handed emphasis that demanded Ruqa show some sign of shame to appease the other girl. To recognize that it would have been Ruqa's fault if the mission had failed and all the passengers and her teammates would have suffered because of her. That was the fair thing to do, so blindingly obvious. But what did Ruqa's actions have to with everyone else? These frustrating mental calculations that had to make her consider the consequences of her actions. On some part, Ruqa just wanted to do as she pleased, even if she ended up regretting it. She was always the kind of person to be temped by short term satisfaction over being patient and it had always been a constant source of her misery.

But a real huntress should put the mission ahead of their personal desires and violent urges. There really wasn't a disagreement about that concept...

She sighed quietly, wondering if she should show some visual sign of penitence at the sound of Nikolas' name. It might have done well to appease Bianca but Ruqa couldn't muster the urge to care a great deal.

Ruqa raises an eyebrow as Bianca cursed on Meng Long's name. It was a quick thing to infer that the huntress had clear dislike of the teacher. Ruqa didn't have a problem with the old lady, got on fine during the times they did speak but they were not particularly attached. Whatever personality dispute they had, Ruqa wasn't going to bring it up here.

"Nikky's training with Long? Probably for the better. Probably could use the refresher that guy, right?" She responds plainly to Bianca's little tidbit of information.

"Nah nah, Nik won't likely press charges. He's not that kind of dude. At least he wasn't, when I worked with him way back then. He was in the first Argus Limited mission too, y'know? He's a stubborn sob, like me, heh..." Ruqa chuckled, not sounding like she carried any bad blood with her victim.

It wasn't that she was pleased about escaping legal repercussions against the male Burzanova, but rather her attitude was more along the lines of how she understood the man on some level. After all, selfish pride was a common enough problem that was easily recognizable among the huntsman in their year. A few minutes around Nik's not so sunny disposition answered any question of pride anyone might have. Of course, the sin of wrath was more prevalent in Ruqa's personal situation than in Nik's.

The azul huntress takes a deep breath and prepares to explain herself in terms that she hoped Bianca might understand. She might not like Ruqa's reasons but they were the reasons she had at the time. Whatever judgment she put down on her, Ruqa would just have to accept.

"But I suppose to answer your question... Why did I jeopardize the mission?" Ruqa says, drawing the question out for a few seconds before piping up with a snicker.

"I. Got. Distracted!" she says and laughs bad humouredly.

"But seriously though... I did get away from the goal there," Ruqa quickly follows up before she can be interrupted, looking far more somberly now. "Focused on the wrong target like I was in a blind rage. I suppose sorry doesn't cut it. Even if I did pick myself up afterwards I was still a shit person to you and everyone else. Smacking down one Queen Lancer isn't enough to earn forgiveness apparently"

"So yeah, risking over 126 lives just because I got a bit hurt by friendly fire. Not my best moment, yeah, yeah."

"All I can say is that I felt so goddamn angry. We were supposed to be on the same side and then he shocked me! I got hurt because of his idiocy. And all I could think of is how to get back at him. Because I am not willing to let people hurt me without dishing out some pain back"

"Which is dumb of me!" Ruqa shouts, showing surprising self awareness, and turns to face Bianca with a scared look on her face. "It is so dumb. We had bigger things to worry about, time to sort disagreements out after we were safe..."

"But I just... I just couldn't help it. And that's shitty of me." Ruqa croaks out, unable to keep her head up.

"I've been thinking... about that kind of urge to get payback for an imagined wrong doing. There has to be a line where a person is able to determine fault, to determine malicious intent." Ruqa rambles, gesturing with her hands in a way impossible to follow; more so demonstrating her struggle to recognize this so-called line. "And I kind of realize that most people do have that line. Most reasonable people who can function in society anyway."

Ruqa exhales slowly and looks to Bianca. "I think a good way to put it is this: Even a dog... can tell the difference between tripped over and being kicked..."

"So why didn't I? I can't seem to tell the difference between being tripped over and being kicked. Am I being mistreated or unintentionally inconvenienced? Are they trying to hurt me or was it just an accident?"

"I guess that means... I'm dumber than a dog! I really can't see that line at all!" Ruqa laughs, putting a hand to her face and feeling miserable. "Guess that makes me a bad person, huh?"

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WC: 1222
TWC: 2590
Weapon [D]
Sem [C] (Spd+Str C)
Acrobatics [F]
Ice Dust [F]
Tracking [F]
Ruqa's Colour Hex: 54e1fb
Cass' Colour Hex: 5456fb

[Bianca Sabbato]

I frowned at Ruqa’s general demeanor about being called out. Laughing and raising her voice like she didn’t know damn well she was the one who fucked up. But now, she was getting bitchy on me? Trying to play the victim with that bullshit about things being expected of her?

Of course, we expect things from you! The fuck shouldn’t we do it? No one asked her to be perfect, but it wouldn’t have killed her to admit her mistake and work towards fixing it...

-It means you are a professional. You are supposed to be held to the standard of doing your job, Ruqa. It’s the same you’d ask of any other person...-

What was this crap about higher standards? Where did it come from anyway? I was not expecting anyone to be a paragon of morality and justice because real people just don’t work like that. If you wanted to be an asshole and all-around trashy person in your everyday life, then that was all fine and dandy! But you were supposed to get the job done as best as you could.

Being a huntress was a great boon, but responsibility came hand in hand with it. We are at a time when our public image is at an all-time low. Some people genuinely feel more scared of huntsmen than criminals. And shit like this is not helping.

Hell, it wasn't even something new. The mistrust was ever-present even when I lived in Ground District... And not only because I was a criminal. Regular folks also were wary of Huntsmen. So I will be damned if I let shit like this go without calling it out. I didn’t want us to keep committing the same mistake over and over again.

-After all, what was the big idea of going through the hassle of becoming a Huntress if you are not going to take it seriously? I am under the assumption that you like being a Huntress, else why did you join Haven?- I asked, giving her some room to chew on those thoughts.

At least she seemed alright with Nik now, so I was happy to see the grudge was a short-lived one.

-I'm pretty sure they will be chewing his ass for it. It was a pretty dumb move- I commented offhandedly. Now reading myself to listen to Ruqa’s answer to my most important interrogation. And boy, it was... It was something.

I was about to tell her to go fuck herself when she started laughing like an idiot. But she managed to stop me just in time with a way more serious answer. Serious in more than one way. She was still very blase about it, but I would let it slide. No need to go to the ground crying or something like that. If anything, that would be more worrying.

She looked... Scared. And hurt. I was taken aback at first, needing to take a step back to regain my footing. Biting my lip, I approached Ruqa again, a softened expression on my face, and reaching for her to console...

Holly’s face flashed before my eyes.

My hand stopped. My serious expression returned to my face. And I remained silent as I let Ruqa say her piece. And it was worrying, when I came here, I didn’t expect this level of... Dunno, openness? Emotionally charged words?

-I forgive you if that’s worth something. Which doesn’t mean it was right, as you say- I was quick to say, and I mean it. And I didn’t want Ruqa making something even worse out of what was already a shitty situation. Everyone else’s forgiveness? Beats me. I didn’t own it. She’d need to go get it herself if she wanted it.

It was still really worried that she simply couldn’t stop herself once she was hurt. Could those be anger issues? That was bad. Not unfixable, but it could prove deadly for someone in our profession. And not necessarily to herself.

Clicking my tongue, clapped sharply to get her attention when she started with that self-deprecation bullshit. -Ruqa! Stop calling yourself a dog. Won’t you?- I said with a marked scowl on my face. Before I sighed and running a hand through my hair in exasperation.

-Go to therapy or something- I settled for, after thinking for a while. -And I’m dead-ass serious. That thing you said about being unable to control yourself. Sounds like a problem someone with actual training should deal with-

Then again, apparently, that didn’t guarantee anything either. I’m pretty sure Holly had a professional helping her... And we all know how that ended. I didn’t know about Ruqa’s problems or how deep they ran. Heck, I couldn’t even tell if they were comparable to those of Holly, but they seemed real and way beyond my comprehension.

-Gah! I don’t fucking know! I want to give you encouraging words, but I simply dunno what to say. What would actually help you-

I told Holly that I could be her friend, and she got herself killed. I told Ryan I would help him, he almost did the same. If anything, my advice had a tendency to be really shitty, it seemed. But I had to do something... But I didn’t know what!

It was frustrating. I wished real problems were like Grimm. You can find a million ways to defeat even a powerful Grimm, if not alone, then with the power of friendship and stuff. But feelings and ideas had a tendency to be like cockroaches, hard to kill no matter how much firepower you have.

Crossing my arms, I fell silent for a while. Looking at the ground, kicking a loose pebble at the street. Before slowly turning towards Ruqa once again.

-No one is trying to hurt you... Okay? At least, I don’t think so. Neither I think someone so bad would be feeling so sorry about it-

I sentenced, cringing a little at my own words. Deciding to go back to the main topic once again.

-But shit cannot keep happening. Alright? It was dangerous, to all of us, and for you too. And I think you recognize it as well-

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