"Yeah, I'd say we're overdue for some answers." Yang replies, then looks down at her hands. "I am getting really tired of that." First it was extracting the promise of no more secrets from Ozpin's ghost, or memory, or bits of his soul that was currently inhabiting Oscar's body with him. Then discovering even then, even then, he'd still held back so much from them, until Jinn forced it all out into the light. Important stuff.
Like "Salem Cannot Be Killed and I Have No Idea How To Stop Her" stuff. And as soon as all that was out in the open, he'd fled into the recesses of Oscar's mind and locked the door tight behind him. That bastard! It still hurt, knowing how much she'd looked up to him back at Beacon. And everything she'd lost...everyone she'd lost...yeah, it was Salem's fault for being the reason they were gone.
But it was Ozpin's fault too, for sacrificing them for no reason. Just so he could buy time.
Yang places her hand over the wrist of her prosthetic one, and takes a breath. "I guess we'll have to wait and see." She says finally. Not much else they can do. She looks back up at Blake, and her usual good cheer seems to have set back in, though she still grips her wrist.
"So, what do you think? We wanna risk staying in here tonight, or are we stripping these beds down and stealing a mattress for the van?" She leans forward a bit trying to see out into the hallway where Blake had been. "What's the other room like?" She asks curiously. Blake had come out of there awfully fast...
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Like "Salem Cannot Be Killed and I Have No Idea How To Stop Her" stuff. And as soon as all that was out in the open, he'd fled into the recesses of Oscar's mind and locked the door tight behind him. That bastard! It still hurt, knowing how much she'd looked up to him back at Beacon. And everything she'd lost...everyone she'd lost...yeah, it was Salem's fault for being the reason they were gone.
But it was Ozpin's fault too, for sacrificing them for no reason. Just so he could buy time.
Yang places her hand over the wrist of her prosthetic one, and takes a breath. "I guess we'll have to wait and see." She says finally. Not much else they can do. She looks back up at Blake, and her usual good cheer seems to have set back in, though she still grips her wrist.
"So, what do you think? We wanna risk staying in here tonight, or are we stripping these beds down and stealing a mattress for the van?" She leans forward a bit trying to see out into the hallway where Blake had been. "What's the other room like?" She asks curiously. Blake had come out of there awfully fast...