The knocking continues. "I'm coming." Yang grumbles, though she's pretty sure what passes for her voice these days won't reach that far. She drags herself over to the door and pulls it open, the sudden exertion draining her more than it should've, so that she sounds far more irritable than she really is when she asks, "Where have you been?"

Sun blinks. "Well hello to you too." he says as he comes inside.

Yang slams the door and stands with her hand on her hip. "You keep disappearing for days on end. Answer the question." she demands.

"I've been helping out at Beacon." Sun says, as if that explains everything. "You know, the school you guys used to go to?"

"Helping out?" Yang says. "I thought the Grimm had the run of the place." Somewhere inside she knows her warrior's spirit should be burning at the thought of those monsters crawling all over campus. But she doesn't have a warrior's spirit any more.

"Yeah. Mostly." Sun admits. He sits down on the couch. Sits, doesn't sprawl. Yang didn't think he had it in him. "Glynda's been organizing hunting parties: raids, she calls 'em. Like we're bandits or something. A few of us go in every once in a while and try and thin the herd."

"What for?" Yang asks, not sitting down. "Beacon's a lost cause. There's no way you could clear them all out with that dragon still up there."

"I know!" Sun says, throwing his hands up. "But Glynda's dead set on it. And...I mean, it's not like we have anything better to do."

"You could go to school somewhere else." Yang says, moving over to the window to stare out of it. "Move on with your lives." Like everyone else, she wants to add.

"Are you kidding?" Sun asks. Yang doesn't bother looking at him. "We're out for vengeance. Beacon wasn't our home but it sure didn't deserve what happened."

"Vengeance?" Now she looks at him. "Is vengeance gonna bring Ozpin back? Is vengeance going to bring Penny back? Or my arm, or-" Her voice catches in her throat. She wipes her eyes on her sleeve.

Sun gets up. He walks over as if his presence would bring her comfort. "Hey, take it easy." he says. "I miss Pyrrha too."

"Pyrrha..." Yang gasps suddenly. "Oh my gosh. I- I wasn't even thinking about her." It still doesn't seem real. The ridiculously tall, ridiculously talented, ridiculously beautiful, ridiculously red-haired warrior goddess Pyrrha Nikos...dead? Yang thinks she must've spent hours, days even, trying to beat her just once.

"You know," Pyrrha said gently. "You'd have a far better chance of disarming me if you weren't so busy staring."

"Staring?" Yang said. The implications of what Pyrrha had said registered just a little too late, just like the frantic left jab she threw out to cover herself. "I wasn't- I, I mean, I didn't mean..."

"It's all right." Pyrrha chuckled. She swiped low, forcing Yang back. "You're hardly the first."

From anyone else, even Yang herself, it might have sounded smug or self-satisfied. From Pyrrha, though...

"Uhh, Yang?" Sun is standing a little too close for comfort. "Remnant to Miss Xiao Long...?"

Yang staggers back and swings at him. She catches him on the side of the head. "Ow!" He reels. "What the heck?"

"Don't you have any concept of personal space?" she hisses.

"What's that?" he asks, still clutching his head.

"It's where you don't get in someone's face unless they let you!"

"Okay, okay!" he says, getting to his feet. "I'll just be...outside. Doing whatever. In case you need me. Which you don't." He makes for the front door.

"Sun?" He stops, his hand on the handle. "Why are you here?" Yang asks.

"Why am I here? You just asked me like five minutes ago why I wasn't here!"

"I mean..." Her eyes drift sideways. "Why me? You were way closer to her. We barely even talked."

Sun shrugs. "My team needed me. And this is basically the only place I can really relax after hunting Grimm for days on end."

"Oh." That's all it takes for Yang to feel terrible again. "I'm sorry, I should've-" Should've what? Never opened my mouth in the first place?

"Don't worry about it." Sun says, waving a hand. "You've got your own problems." He opens the door and adds over his shoulder, "I'll be around."

The door closes, leaving Yang alone with her thoughts. Or so she thinks. Something whines from next to her. She looks down. Zwei cocks his head quizzically. "It's okay Zwei." She kneels down to rub him between the ears. "Let's go back to the room, okay?" Her old room is pristine, if dusty. She uses the guest room instead. It feels more like her room than the one she'd grown up in. She gets back into bed with a groan and stares at the wall.