Welcome back, and thanks for keeping up with the story! Honestly, I can't tell if this is a bad story or not at this point, but I'll just assume it's interesting enough where you guys are still reading it. After all, I don't want to have another Remnant dilemma. Anyway, here's the next chapter, and I'll catch you guys later.

"The usual please."

Al slid a drink down his bar toward Sierra, who caught it with ease as people all around laughed whole-heartedly. Children continued to play in the corner with Rosaline keeping watch as the parents had a jolly time. Sierra looked around, the tavern having barely changed between then and now.

"I'm surprised you haven't renovated the place yet, Al," Sierra stated, taking a sip of her drink. Al, who had long since grown a somewhat scruffy beard, simply chuckled as he made another drink for a customer a little way down from Sierra. Sierra observed the owner's physical features, taking note of the white streaks in his hair, chuckling to herself.

"By the way," Al stated, "I think your sister's still in the meeting room."

"Scarlet?"

Surprised, Sierra stood up and walked over to the meeting room, opening the door. Sure enough, Scarlet was sleeping in a chair at the meeting table, her scroll left open, with some soft music playing. Blinking, Sierra giggled to herself and walked over, tapping the woman's shoulder.

Scarlet immediately flinched, then sat up, alarmed.

"Calm down, Scarlet," Sierra said with a smile, "It's just me."

"Oh…Sakuya…I thought you were someone else," Scarlet replied, looking at her scroll. She then grabbed it and put it away, killing the music as she stood up and stretched. Sierra raised an eyebrow as Scarlet let out a mewl of comfort, then let out an exaggerated sigh as she said, "That paperwork last night was brutal."

"Almost like taking an exam at Beacon, huh," Sierra stated before taking a seat. Scarlet looked down at her, then took her seat and asked, "Enjoy your night off?"

"I'd say so," Sierra replied, then asked, "So what'd Ironwood want me to do this time?"

Scarlet sat down again and plucked her scroll out of her pocket, a projection coming up as she said, "Go to that village, kill the guy, and get out."

"As usual," Sierra frowned, then looked up and saw that her target was a faunus. Blinking, she sighed and froze time, left the room, grabbed her drink, walked back, and sat back down, unfreezing time again. She watched the contents in the cup and swirled it, watching the ice go around as she stated, "Now I feel like the bad guy."

"That's kinda because you are," Scarlet replied, catching Sierra's attention.

"Mindlessly following your orders, going around killing guys because they're guerilla members of the White Fang or whatever," Scarlet continued, "It can almost be considered evil. All you're doing is just following orders and seeing them through under the impression that the enemy has no morals or feelings. And it's true; some don't care, and some are just hired guns. But occasionally, you'll run across one that has a family, is doing the job because they're desperate, etcetera."

"What're you trying to get at?"

"I'm saying that you're nothing but a mindless killer," Scarlet stated, catching Sierra off guard. The latter's breath hitched as time seemingly slowed down. Her grip faltered and her cup began falling, shattering on the ground. Scarlet's eyes stayed on Sierra, an unnatural seriousness in her gaze as she said, "Sakuya, you're letting yourself be a tool right now. Make your own choices."

Scarlet then stood up and walked over to her, bending down and picking up the broken glass shards. Sierra stayed in a state of shock, still comprehending Scarlet's statement as the latter then said, "How'd you become a leader, anyway? With how you're acting, I'm surprised your team stayed together for so long."

"I…," Sierra stated, just starting to comprehend Scarlet's words, "I'm…a…killer?"

Scarlet looked up at her younger sibling, then sighed and stood back up, placing the shards on the table. Looping her arms around the silverette, Scarlet closed her eyes and began petting the back of Sierra's head, feeling the tension in her body. A moment of silence ensued before Scarlet stated, "We're all huntsmen and huntresses, so it can't be avoided. Also, take it from someone who has experience."

"H…huh?"

"You know, when we were fighting against each other," Scarlet continued, "I was on an assignment that required me to stay quiet and fight against my former allies. As much as I didn't like it, I stayed as a doll, simply following my orders. However, after our first fight, I began questioning my mission, which is why I was helping you out at the prison."

Sierra remained silent, her mind working slowly as Scarlet continued with her story.

"When I accepted that mission, I was told to fit in with the enemy, even fighting against my friends. Before I knew it, I was fighting against everyone; Ozpin, Ironwood, everyone. Then at Vacuo, when I fought you, I realized just how much I hated what I was doing. It was just the mindless slaughter of potential 'threats.'"

"B…but…but that's…."

"Nothing but mindless slaughter, Sakuya," Scarlet sighed, putting a hand on Sierra's shoulder, "I don't want you to become the next me."

Lima's ears twitched as she sat at the table she and Ruby were seated at. Ruby simply stared at a sheet of paper, reading what their assignment was since the man who had given them the assignment was the village chief himself. Lima's ears darted again, listening to a group of men talking about her and Ruby in a disgusting manner, causing her to sigh and perk her ears upwards in alarm. She then heard them talk about her listening in on them, then smiled to herself when they said they'd best be quiet.

"Atta girl," Ruby giggled, then flipped the paper to Lima, who in turn wagged her ears happily. Going over the assignment details, she then looked up at Ruby, who was sipping away at a cup of milk through a straw, causing her to giggle at her companion. Ruby shot a glance at her, confused, but was turned away when Lima motioned the, "it's nothing" sign.

Finishing her milk, Ruby turned her gaze back outside the window, seeing a family across the street laughing happily. Blinking, she stared at them, imagining it being her and Delta with their future children having a good time. After several minutes, she sighed, then turned back to Lima, then rested her head on her arms.

"…Ruby?"

"I'm fine," Ruby replied immediately, glancing toward a group of huntsmen who were just having a good time.

"…Do you miss them?"

"Huh? Miss who?"

"Your team."

"Yeah. Well, I miss them all the time."

Lima blinked, then smiled and leaned her head onto her hand, glancing toward the window again.

"…Hey, Lima?"

"Yes?"

"When you were running earlier…what were you chasing?"

Lima turned to face Ruby, who still had her gaze averted. Lima kept her eyes on Ruby, thinking about her answer. Ruby kept her eyes on the group of huntsmen, watching as they stood up and began walking off, remembering her time with the old Team RWBY.

"It's because," Lima stated, "There was a scent."

Ruby slowly turned her attention to Lima.

"Something familiar," Lima continued, "Couldn't quite…remember."

"Remember what?"

"Remember…what it was," Lima finished, closing her eyes as she remembered the scent. It was so familiar, like she was extremely fond of it. It made her feel happy in a sense, being able to smell it again. Almost like she had found something that she had lost a long time ago.

"Lima? You still there?"

Immediately, Lima snapped back to Remnant, shook her head to clear her thoughts, then replied, "I'm…I'm still here."

Ruby giggled to herself as Lima glanced around, then turned back to the red-head, giving a smile.