Diary of a Concerned Friend
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Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY.
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I'm sorry.
Can I take back what I wrote? I could erase it, but that wouldn't be right. They were my thoughts, after all.
Yesterday came out wrong, except not really, because it didn't. I meant what I thought, but not what I said- but I'm sorry that I thought it, even if I meant it. Especially because I meant it. It's... gosh, this is hard. And people say Weiss lacks tact. I can smile my way out of trouble nine times out of ten, but that doesn't mean I don't owe you an apology. For yesterday. And Initiation.
There I was, the girl who just the day before was sure I'd just be hanging around her sis for the next four years to not be alone, and less than a day later I'm dismissing someone for not being good enough? The only there, the only person in years, who'd just walked up and offered a hand in friendship?
I'm not proud of myself for that. You didn't deserve that.
I wouldn't change it now if I could. I wouldn't trade Weiss off for all the cookies in the world. (Well, maybe when she's being- no! Bad Ruby!) No more than you'd trade Pyrrha. You'd have to be a fool to trade Pyrrha, and you haven't, so that's how I know you're not a dunce, no matter what Weiss says.
I wrote what I meant, but what I meant was bad. Unfair. I didn't have to be so… petty about it, even in my own mind. Immature in a way that milk won't help.
I want to grow strong, but I was afraid you'd hold me back. I was happy you got a team, but I was also relieved it wasn't mine. I was happy we wouldn't be weak. That I wouldn't lead a weak team.
I was wrong. I was wrong. IwaswrongIwaswrongIwaswrong.
I am wrong.
Look at me- I started off saying you were important, and then spent everything making it sound like you weren't. This is a mess. I'm a mess. I can't keep my thoughts straight, and this isn't helping right now because I feel bad, and I shouldn't. I'm not the one hurting.
You are, Jaune. Something is wrong, and I don't know how to help. I don't know if I can help.
What's the point of having a kickass team if we stand by when one of our own is bullied? What's the point of worrying if we don't stick together? They say all that is required for evil to win is for good people to do nothing, but what does it mean if I can't, won't, help a friend?
Because you are a friend, even if I'm not good at explaining why. Even if I can't keep my words straight, and end up babbling instead. Can you forgive that? Please forgive that. I'm a geek about weapons, but friendship is a lot harder. It's more complex than the inner workings of a custom hand-crafted ballistic scythe. Which isn't that hard, really, you just have to-
A great many words on the workings of Crescent Rose have been scratched out.
Sorry. See what I mean? Total geek.
Let me try again later. Even if you're walking it off, I'm still not happy about the rocket locker incident.
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