victory_road | first slash

[She shouldn't post. Honestly, so long as anyone she knows is here Blake is half tempted to just throw this damn thing away - not because she does not want to see anyone again, but because what possible chance is there that they'd want to see her again? From the posts she's seen vigorously scouring the network they're from earlier down the timeline, which is one of the many concepts that completely baffled her on entry, but hopefully she'll get it eventually?

But there's no way she can hide who she is, no matter how she slices it. If she posts, she'll be found out eventually. If she doesn't, she'll be found out eventually. She's read through all her teammates' posts as research, and then some. Blake Belladonna came up. This isn't what she had wanted to happen, but how could she have predicted... this?

Her voice is even and low, with just the barest hint of a rasp to it.]

Hello. My name is Blake Belladonna, but... some of you already know me. I think I understand this place from what I've been told, but if anyone else has something I should know, I would welcome the advice. And...

[There's a long pause as she turns what she should say next over in her head.]

If anyone is looking for me, I'm leaving this town now. I won't be travelling very fast.

[Click! Off.]

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[ Yang should be seeing this for what it is — that Blake is concerned for her well-being, afraid to her lose her anyone else. Afraid of what would happen to the whole island if Adam brought his horde down upon them. But that notion doesn't cut through all the doubt and pain. The fact that Blake was cowering from an incredibly real threat didn't penetrate the shell hardening around Yang's heart.

It can barely leave a scratch. ]

So, what you're saying is you don't trust my family to keep you safe? You don't trust me. [ It's a sickening thing to imply, the loaded question only half as mean as the way Yang's face and voice fell as she looked down at where her dominant hand should be. ]

Huh. Guess you made the right call.

[Okay, that one... there's no hiding any part of how clearly and acutely that one hurts. This is clearly no place for logic. Her voice slides past tears and sadness and anger and just hits something close to even and normal, eyes cast down.]

I was just done letting him destroy things I loved. Sorry. Is there anything else you want to say? This seems like a good time.

[ She was still looking down when she limply replied. ] No. I think I'm done...

[ With this. With you. It's too late for either of them to save face at this point, so Yang should just hang up, but. Words keep forcing their way into her mouth only to be swallowed a second later. They don't form any meaningful sentences. ]

—unless you've got any more dangerous secrets to share. [ Adam was such a threat, and even as she had opened up about some about her past, Blake kept that ticking time bomb under wraps. There was no protecting her, or anyone, because they didn't know. They couldn't have known. Blake was an irresistible lure for that man, and Yang is the one that ended up taking the bite. ]

[Blake had hoped that Beacon would keep them safe from him. That was her mistake, she figures. She should have known better. Known better to think that there was anywhere safe from him. That she could ever outrun him. But she's already resigned herself to the fact that he's going to come back at kill her now, or at least she had back in Remnant.]

No. Just him.

[This is what she gets for trusting partners, right? Even if Adam fails, maybe Yang'll come after her someday too. She'd trusted Adam at first, even when he started to get worse. And with how much he had deteriorated after Blake left him...]

[ She doesn't know whether it's better that Blake had nothing more, or if she should doubt if she was still holding back. Still lying. It's possible but... ] Let's keep it that way.

[Blake, for her part, is done lying or holding things back, at least as much as she is able to.] That's the plan.

Mm.

[ And, with a weary sigh, the last bit of energy left Yang. That was hard, and harder stuff may still be yet to come, but for right now she just needs to stop. To think. But most importantly, to sleep and shut out the world for a few hours. ]

If— [ ... ] I'll go let the others know you're here. [ It is the literal least she could do for Blake at this point. They deserved to know. She'll take it one step at a time. ]

[Sleep. Sleep sounds nice. Blake hasn't done much recently, probably.]

I think Weiss knows, but. Thanks.

Mm. [ That's as close to "you're welcome" as Blake is going to get, since Yang didn't think she was doing anyone a favor with this. It's a couple of weeks out for them to be reunited because, let's face it, she's not going anywhere. Yang's doubtful anyone else is, either, for a while. They have to sit around and lick their collective wounds so to speak.

She starts to say something else. There is a deep concentration visible on her features for an instant, but no. Yang's tapped out. ]

I'll ... see you around. [ She was resigned to that. Whether or not she wanted it to happen, or contributed to it happening, she knew that there was no way the others were going to want the same kind of distance between them and Blake and Yang may have preferred. Yang will just... cross that bridge when they come to it; preferably before it burned down entirely. ]

Yeah. See you.

[It's not said with excitement, not really sadness. Just... a sort of melancholy. She's... going to see her. Huh. That's a strange feeling. But if nothing else, Blake is done running. And if there are any scraps of the bridge left by the time she reaches the others, Blake will do her best to make it be... well, not entirely destroyed, at least, if they can't go back to the way things were.]

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