Chapter 11: Send Off

(Courier Six PoV)

Nights at Beacon Academy were mostly quiet despite the dozens of teenaged students milling about. With classes over for the day all of the prospective huntsmen and huntresses were knee deep in homework or just trying to catch up on some sleep. All except for two teams anyway.

The tale of the Wanderer was popular with the girls to the point that it had become somewhat of a tradition to forgo sleeping until Six was able to recite at least a small blurb from his epic. It was also apparently noteworthy enough to discuss the escapades with their friends the next day. For the past few sessions, instead of having an audience of four for his trip down memory lane, it had grown to eight.

However Six's mind wasn't on the story at hand. It was focusing on the mission he had entangled himself in. Joining a group of criminals and hopefully limiting the damage they plan to cause. Thinking back to the discussion he had with Ozpin six nights ago, he couldn't tell if the headmaster was pleased or not with his results.

( Several Days Ago)

"Forgive me Six, how exactly did you become involved with them again," Ozpin asked, for once having to put his coffee and cane down to fully assess the situation.

"Well," Six started slowly. "I wasn't exactly planning on it and it wasn't like I had a lot of time to think things out. They were right in front of me and I fished for info the only way I know how. By pretending to be one of them."

Ozpin sighed while rubbing his brow before settling both his eyes sternly on Six.

"Six, you have given us quite an opportunity however it is imperative that you tell me exactly what you said and who you said it to. I need a full view of the situation so that we can plan accordingly."

And so Six recited the relevant events that night. He had given them no name, they hadn't noticed Rex, his occupation was a delivery man, and that he had been in his field for a long time. He also filled the headmaster in on the names and descriptions of the two teenagers who had slipped him the meeting point for his upcoming interview.

Ozpin wrote all of the information down in his scroll for later recollection. Noticing this, Six couldn't help but add a little something extra.

"Um...just so it's on the record, if we catch the green haired one and she has an old wallet filled with exactly forty seven starred bottle caps, those are mine. I want those back….," he trailed off as Ozpin just gave a half amused stare from across the table.

"Look, all I'm saying is that I can't start collecting all over again, especially now of all times."

The last line managed to get a small chuckle out of the professor as he acceded to recording Six's missing belongings in his report.

"Very well then Six. This could mean a turn in the tide for our side of this conflict. I will be going over things for the next few days so if you wish to discontinue this mission just tell me. This is already more than I asked from you."

Six shook his head to reassure the headmaster.

"I think this might be an opportunity for me as well actually. All the best things I own came from people I didn't like. They always just leave the most expensive stuff just laying around their base."

Earning another smile for the stoic man, Six rose from his seat and headed toward the door.

"Six, I plan on sending for you again before the week is out. We will discuss the final plans then."

The Courier nodded before heading off for some much needed sleep.

(Present)

"Hey! Remnant to Courier. You've been staring at us for like a whole minute now," Yang waved her hand in front of Courier's face as she tried to pry him from his memory.

Giving a small shake of his head, Six refocused his attention on the small crowd in front of him.

"Sorry about that. Just doing some thinking. Adult problems, you'll understand when you're older," Six joked, crossing his arms as Rex sniffed around for a comfortable spot near his chair.

"Oh yeah? All the girls in pajamas got you hot and bothered old man?" She finished by wrapping an arm around Blake and Ruby on either side of her. The cat faunus just glanced at her unamused and Ruby had a nervous smile.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you need to hear to keep your precious self-esteem intact. And for the last time I'm not even that old!" Although Six was only in his late twenties, the years of radiation damage to his skin made him look almost ten years older. His aura was chipping away at the dead skin and the scarring, but it could only wash away so much.

The Courier flicked a few dials on his pipboy and a small glass along with an unmarked bottle of scotch appeared on the table beside him. As he poured his drink of choice, he could hear the trademark scoff of a Schnee.

"If you continue to drink every night we do this you're going to do serious damage to your body you know. Aura can't heal everything."

Six had finally figured out how Weiss worked when it came to social situations. It usually starts with a varying degree of insult followed by something that would usually be beneficial if you just listened. It was kind of strange to Six. Why couldn't she just give advice without being so backhanded about it? In the end though he knew that for the most part Weiss wasn't one to be outright cruel to anyone.

Next came a chuckle from the blonde brawler as she added "Yeah, just let me take it off your hands. I'll make sure you never see it again." She made to reach for the bottle as Six placed it down, only to have her hand swatted away by her younger sister.

"You remember what Dad said after the last time you went to a bar," the young girl scolded, earning a nervous smile from her older sibling.

Opposite to them, a certain member of team Juniper had an entirely different observation to be made.

"That is quite an extraordinary ability you have Six. Is it you're semblance?" Pyrrha's question confused Six at first as he didn't understand what she was referring to. Eventually he realized that she believed that the Pipboy's storage feature was somehow his own doing.

"Nope. It's actually this old thing doing all the work." Six lifted his right arm to show the hunters in training. "People way smarter than me cooked this bad boy up and I was lucky enough to get my hands on one. I would have been long gone if I didn't have it."

"How strange," the red haired warrior continued, "I wonder why I haven't seen them before. It seems extremely useful."

Realizing he would be caught out if he didn't do some explaining, Six quickly jumped in after she finished.

"Right, well this thing is actually a prototype and uh...last I heard the scientists who made it are long gone so lucky me I guess." It wasn't a good lie. He was sure that some of them picked up on his evasiveness easily. "Anyway," Six started, changing the topic as fast as he could, "who wants to tell me where we left off last time. I can't remember."

"That's because you're always drunk by the time we finish," Weiss replied but she was quickly drowned out by Ruby's exuberant answer.

"Wanderer and Veronica had just finished fighting with Legion Assassins and now they are going to a place called Camp Guardian."

Six was glad he had already started drinking because it was hard to keep up with the bright eyed and optimistic leader of team RWBY. He couldn't help but mirror back a small smile at the excitement she showed in his adventures.

"Alright. Here we go then." Six cleared his throat and leaned forward in his chair. "So Wanderer had picked up a radio signal while he and Veronica were-"

"Why is his name The Wanderer," Nora interrupted, rather loudly from her seat between her team members.

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Ruby sent the girl a pouting glare as the story was stopped mid sentence. She always looked forward to it the most and didn't want to waste any time getting into things.

Cutting Nora some slack since she wasn't there for the beginning of the story, Six answered.

"His name is The Wanderer because he can't remember what his real name was. Now, the Wanderer and Veronica had picked up a distress signal coming from an NCR-"

"Why didn't anyone tell him his name then?. If I couldn't remember my name I'd just ask Ren and he'd tell me." Nora turned toward the pink-locked boy who put a hand on her shoulder.

"Nora you promised that you wouldn't interrupt before we came, remember? We won't be invited again if you don't let him finish."

"Right. Sorry Ren!" The girl then mimed a zipping of the mouth and sat staring back at the storyteller, seemingly content this time.

During their small exchange Six had been thinking about the question she posed. Why wasn't there anyone who knew who he was? Ulysses knew of him but didn't know him. Was he just so unoticeable in his "first" life that he could slip by without a single person even recognizing him? Did no one care?

Maybe everyone who meant anything to him died in the disasters he caused in The Divide. Six would never know.

"That's...a pretty good question. I guess he didn't really have any friends or family that could help, so he just wandered around looking for answers." Six paused, looking down at Rex who was blinking up at him contently. "But let's try and stay on point here. If I get side tracked all the time I'll end up forgetting what happened." Six took a sip from his drink of choice before continuing.

"So The Wanderer definitely had a thing going for Veronica. Every moment he could he tried to impress her or show off one of his many talents that he learned in the wasteland. Before heading off to find this radio signal's source, she decided to confront him about it."

"I don't believe this...this guy can get a girl to go out with him but not me...?," Jaune said weakly before being shushed by Ruby.

"Veronica came up to him after fending off a few giant scorpions and just flat out asked him, 'Are you ever going to tell me about your crush on me?' Suffice to say Wanderer was thrown a little off guard. He wasn't sure how to respond so he just shrugged back, not trusting his mouth to form the words he needed. This may have been the first and only time the Wanderer found himself embarrassed."

Yang laughed heartily, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye.

"This guy can take on giant reptiles, zombies and bugs but gets nervous around a girl? Really?"

"Hey, you don't know what it's to try approaching girls about this stuff. It's a lot more difficult that it seems," Jaune retorted, all of a sudden in the Wanderer's defense. He no doubt had experienced similar situations if what the girls told Six about Jaune were true.

Six resumed after letting the crowd settle down once again.

"The Wanderer decided now was as good a time as any to fess up. So he told her about how he found her attractive and that he thought they made a good team together. She punches things up close while he shoots from farther away, the perfect combo. Unfortunately what she said next wasn't what the Wanderer was expecting...at all."

The group waited with rapt attention.

"She said 'I'm really flattered and all, but you're not really my type.' The Wanderer couldn't believe it to be honest. He was one of the best survivors out there in his opinion. He provided food, security, shelter, everything you could ever want in a world like theirs. How could he not be her type? When pressed further Veronica explained exactly why it wouldn't work out."

'Look, its nothing against you. You're actually pretty great but trust me when I say that there are no men that are my type. You see what I'm getting at here?' After a few moments of thought, the Wanderer caught on to her meaning and realized how he might have been making her uncomfortable. Apologizing he let the matter drop from then on." Six took another swig from his drink at the end of his sentence. That was one of his more embarrassing moments in the wasteland. Veronica never held it against him. Actually she found it to be a compliment if anything, but that didn't make Six feel any less awkward about it. Now he just wished he could have any conversation with her.

"Wait I don't understand...why does she not like the Wanderer?" Ruby's inquisitive gaze landed on the older man. Weiss shook her head at the young girl's naivety and Blake did her best to hide her own light blush.

Not wanting to get stuck with that explanation, Six quickly handed it off.

"Why don't you just ask your sister after we're done here…"

"Tsk, that's the last person you should ask if you want a mature answer," Weiss commented, crossing her arms.

From there, Six continued his story of Camp Guardian and the mirelurks that were hidden inside the caves. There was enough excitement and action for everyone to be satisfied with the outcome. By the end, everyone was just as tired as he was and his glass was empty beside him. Unfortunately he was now forced to break the news of his upcoming absence to all of his faithful listeners.

"Alright everyone, so now for the bad news. That's gonna be it for the story of the Wanderer for a while. I'm gonna be away for a few months at least."

A few saddened groans came from his audience members followed by a distraught Ruby.

"Nooooo! We aren't even close to the end! How can you do this to us Six," she said while grasping onto his arm, begging him to stay longer. Team Juniper headed out the door and back to their rooms, much less affected by this "disastrous" turn of events. They made sure to say their thanks for the entertainment before exiting.

Feeling somewhat sorry that he was going to have the deprive the girl with her bedtime story for so long he decided that a compromise might be in order.

"Alright fine. Since you four are the ones who wanted the story I'll let each of you ask a single question to hold you over until I get back. Don't waste it."

A gleam of hope entered Ruby's eye as she began to thoughtfully decide on what question she would ask the wastelander. The other three girls also gained curious looks as they tried to figure out what they wanted to ask.

Yang was the first one to jump at the chance.

"Does the Wanderer ever meet the guy who tried to kill him?"

Six had to withhold a grimace as the memory of Benny was brought up.

"Yeah, he does. That could be a story in and of itself."

Yang's smile grew wider as she heard the answer.

"Alright! I can't wait untill that guy gets what's coming to him."

Next came Blake, who despite her disinterested look, had become very invested in the story over the last few sessions.

"Is there ever going to be an end to the fighting between the different factions?"

That was a harder question to answer but Six did his best..

"Yes. It took a long time and a lot of sacrifices, but there was eventually a winner to the whole thing. It definitely made the wasteland safer, but every once in awhile there would be a skirmish between those who remained. With such differing ideologies, there wasn't ever going to be a chance at peace between them."

Blake seemed crestfallen when he said that there wasn't a peaceful resolution. But that was the way it was, there was no changing it.

Finally it was Ruby's turn. Even after Six moved to stand in front of her she took a few extra seconds to think over what she was going to ask. Eventually, she nodded to herself, satisfied with her decision.

"Does the Wanderer and his friends have a happy ending?"

Six's heart dropped as she asked the question. What could he say to her? That the Wanderer made the wasteland a better place? Maybe he could say that he did what he thought was right and step around the whole issue. And his friends? That was just one of the many regrets that Six will have hanging over him for the rest of his life. What would he tell her?

Six sighed before letting his hands rest in his pockets. He looked away from the young leader as he answered.

"No...they don't." Six decided to leave it at that. He didn't want to have to look at Ruby as her hopeful smile was wiped away from her face and replaced with a disheartening frown.

"O-Oh...but he's a good guy right? Don't good guys always have happy endings," Ruby pushed further, making it that much harder for Courier to utter the next few words.

"Look Ruby," he said gently, hoping to get the point across without breaking her spirit further. "Everyone thinks that they are the good guy. Everyone thinks that they know what's best for everyone else. In the end, the Wanderer was no different. Just because this story is about the Wanderer doesn't mean that what he did was always right. Yeah, he helped people sometimes, but he also hurt others just as much. As much as the world needed it, there weren't any super heroes in the wasteland."

The girl nodded silently without saying anything else. She then headed over to her own bed with her shoulders slumped. It wasn't the answer she had been hoping for.

Last but not least there was Weiss. Six wondered whether or not she would even bother with a question. She had been there for every iteration of the Wanderer's Tale but she never made much of an indication that she enjoyed the stories.

"Alright Weiss, you're last. Have you thought of anything ye-"

"Did you know the Wanderer, Six?"

The Courier froze mid sentence as his eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't have been caught, could he? He was careful to make sure any references to things they would know about were left ambiguous. Nothing in the story should have pointed to any connection to the Wanderer. So why did she ask?

"W-what? Why would you think something like that…," Six countered, on the defensive.

Weiss's stare seemed to bore into him as she began to recite her reasoning.

"I don't know if everyone else has forgotten but you showed us a picture when we were looking for Rex in the forest. Two of those people seem to match Boone's and Veronica's descriptions rather accurately, which means you might have been one of the Wanderer's friends as well. Besides that, none of the characters' weapons use dust, just like you and your weapons. Finally the last time we talked you accidentally said "I" when you were talking about the Wanderer with me last week. What I can't figure out is if the you know the Wanderer and he is a real person, then how come none of us have ever heard of this "Mojave Wasteland" you keep referring to."

Damn. He had to giver her credit, that was some decent evidence. Six had totally forgotten that he had shown Ruby and Weiss a picture of his one-time companions in their search for his dog. It probably also didn't help her suspicion that for the first few days Six was living in the academy he was raving on about trying to find a way back to the U.S...specifically the Mojave Wasteland.

Now the four girls were all staring at him with varying degrees of uncertainty. Turning to Yang, he could see something click in her mind as her mouth formed a small oh. She had probably figured out some of the circumstances as to why he had killed people before. If you look at the Wanderer's dealings in the apocalypse, it wouldn't be unusual at all.

Identifying that he was being cornered, Six spoke.

"What does it matter any of it matter? It's just a story."

Blake raised a hand to her chin in thought after Six's attempt at a deflection.

"Now that I think about it, the Wanderer's story is very detailed. it would definitely be hard to remember unless it was your own memories…"

Damn it again. Things were going downhill. At this rate he might have to explain himself

"I uh...just have a really good memory from when I read it." He could tell by his own tone that he wasn't being very convincing.

"But if Six was with the Wanderer then why wasn't there a good ending to the story." This time it was Ruby that had spoken from her bunk.

Six couldn't think of anything to say. He felt like he was on the precipice and his next words would determine whether the girls pulled him back from the ledge or pushed him in.

"Because...because…" Six sighed and rubbed a hand through his hair. "Because there wasn't a fairy tale ending to it. A lot of people died. More than I'd ever want to know. The worst part was not all of them were even bad guys."

Memories of the final battle rushed through him.

The fighting was chaotic. There were three sides to the battle and nowhere was safe. There wasn't a single moment when he couldn't hear the screaming of a dying man or the cry of "Ave Caesar!" or "For the Republic".

Six vividly recalled the old enclave vertibird as NCR rockets tore through its hull. The sound of the groaning pre-war tech as it struggled to maintain its altitude. The smell of the burning gasoline as it began to spin out of control. Before he could even call out Arcade's name the crashing helicopter plummeted toward the ground and exploded in a shower of debris. Lily had just finished dispatching one of the Legion rifleman and rushed to his aid. She wrapped an arm around him and shielded Six from the blast. By the time the fire had dimmed Six could see the outline of a propeller sticking out of the doting super mutant's back. She slowly slumped toward the ground, her last words not even audible over the cacophony of the battle. It had all went so wrong so fast. But that was the wasteland. All it took was one mistake.

Six shook his head, trying to banish the memory back to the recesses of his mind and attempted to reassure the girls.

"I know you guys are probably confused but please just let it go for now. Ozpin understands the situation fully so that's all that really matters. I wasn't trying to trick you on purpose or anything, it's just that…" All of a sudden Six felt silly about what he was about to say. "Everything about this place, Beacon, its students, the ideology of becoming a Huntsmen or Huntress...it all demands so much from you. I just thought that if you really knew that I was a part of everything I was telling you...I just wanted to be someone else I guess. After meeting some of the people here, I really wish I was."

Six was wondering why he had even consented to Ruby's request all those weeks ago. It would have been better for everyone if they had just went their separate ways back then.

If only he had been born in a place like Remnant instead of that shithole he called home. Sure he learned plenty of things there and he had a realistic view of society because of it, but who didn't just want to be a good guy for once? A real one that everyone looked up to for guidance. Ones like these girls were trying to be. It was too late for him, but not for these kids. And in a world like this one, they might even have a shot.

The girls stayed silent after his small speech. He wasn't sure what they were thinking but he knew that he was supposed to meet Ozpin before he left for his extended mission. Having run out of time to explain himself any further, he addressed the only other matter that he could think of.

"Listen, for this thing I'm doing for Ozpin, I have to be gone a long time. Do you think you could take care of Rex for me?" He finished, hoping at least one of them would deign him with a response.

Eventually it was Blake who raised her voice.

"Yes, we can take care of him for you."

After another moment no one objected so Six nodded to her in thanks. He also unclipped is only other identifying trademark, his pipboy, and set it down on the side table where his drink was still resting.

"Alright then. Good luck with school. If things turn out well you can yell at me all you want when I get back." Six knelt down one last time to give his friend a hug goodbye, receiving a few good licks in return, and set on his way to Ozpin's office.

(Minutes later)

A small group had already assembled inside the headmaster's room by the time Six had gotten there. Goodwitch, Ozpin, and a third man that was unrecognized to him. He approached with a small wave and Ozpin greeted him.

"Good evening Six. This is Commissioner Oakwood, the head of the local law department. He is going to be the only one informed of your activities over the next few months besides myself." The man nodded gruffly, his overlarge mustache and beard hiding any distinguishing facial features.

"Let's get down to it then. No point in wasting everyone's time."

In all honesty Six just didn't want to run into the girls again before he left. They probably needed some time to comprehend things. The sooner he was gone the better.

"Very well. This is the location of the temporary home you will be staying in while you are involved with Torchwick's gang." Ozpin had a map of Vale spread across his desk with several key locations marked. "As you already know, we suspect that the White Fang may be involved somehow so any identifying characteristics from your encounter with them must remain hidden. I see you have left Rex as well as your wrist computer. Very good. It is also imperative that you keep your face hidden the whole time. It shouldn't be too hard considering most of them can't show their faces publicly in the first place."

Six crossed his arms and nodded as he soaked all the information in. For once Ozpin looked completely serious in this matter. It was good to see that the eccentric headmaster could pull it together when someone's life was on the line.

"The only form of communication we will have is through this." Ozpin held up a small computer chip that looked like it could be plugged into a scroll. "Do not use it on any public terminal. When this is plugged in it will open a channel between us and you can write whatever you need to. I take it you've already memorized the code I've provided?"

Six once again confirmed the man's thoughts. Ozpin wasn't one to slack when it came to these things. There was already a fully written code book for Six to memorize when the idea was brought about a week ago. It was a dry read.

"Good. Use it with discretion. Lastly, if at any time you feel that you have been discovered or that you are in danger, there is an alert button on the chip that will immediately notify me. Use it if you need to. Glynda, if you would."

Six turned to the blonde teacher who waltzed over to him and handed him an envelope.

"Inside you will find some fake identification information as well as the keys to your new apartment in Vale. It is in the rougher area of the city so be cautious. We've also made the modifications to your armaments as you requested. You'll find them waiting for you in the bullhead."

Six looked down at everything he had been given. This one going to be one hell of a mission. Probably one of the longest he's ever taken on. He relished the challenge. The only way it could be better is if Rex could go with him. Unfortunately a robotic dog was hard to forget.

"Sounds good then. I'll head to my new home away from home," Six said, reaching for his pipboy to store the items. his finger paused in the air as he remembered that he wasn't going to be using his favorite device for the next few months. It was going to be a more difficult transition than he thought.

Letting the moment pass, he turned and walked toward the door only for Ozpin to call out one last time behind him.

"Six, I want to thank you for the risking your life for us. Especially because of your own situation."

Six gave the man a small smirk.

"Yeah. Just remember you owe me one when I get back here with all the bad guys in chains behind me."

The two men shared a small laugh and then proceeded about their business.

(Courier Six, Shipyard)

The bullhead had been informed of his imminent arrival and was ready to take off as soon as he clambered on board. His gear was waiting for him there, just as Glynda had said. The prominent duster from his armor had been removed, leaving the SWAT chestpiece open. The shoulder guards were modified to fit along his upper arms and any discerning features of the armor itself had been removed. They didn't want to take any chances in case any of the terrorists saw him after their conflict in Emerald Forest. As far as his helmet went, it was mostly the same. It hadn't been equipped during the fighting so it didn't need a makeover. It was in Six's favor too because of all the advantages that the headpiece provided. Finally he reached down for his gauss rifle, checking the inductors on either side of the gun for damage. Six could hold his own in a melee but he was a rifleman through and through. Just in case though his brand new super sledge was sitting next to it, no worse for wear after the drug incident. All in all, Six could say he was ready for a month or two of pretending to be a bad guy.

Out of one of the windows, Six watched as Beacon Academy began to fade from sight as they reached closer to the city. He couldn't deny that he had been living the good life while he was up there but now it was time to get back to what he was used to. After all, it couldn't be any worse than the Mojave right?


(The Wanderer's Tale)


Science was something that the Wanderer had thought long forgotten in the Wasteland. After all, why bother continuing to dabble in something that got the world blown to hell? So it was with quite a surprise that he found the Followers of Apocalypse not only trying to advance its research in certain areas, but also basically handing out its services for free.

Of course it was little more than a glorified homeless shelter before the Wanderer had arrived to lend a helping hand. After setting up the small group with a good supply of medicine and chems, he had been placed in good standing with the them. And given the Wanderer's penchant for getting himself hurt, he was more than happy to have a couple dozen doctors ready to help him back in Vegas. They were good people, the Wanderer had concluded. There were going to be dozens of people who would try to take advantage of the kindness but that was for them to deal with.

After the Wanderer had done his part, he was all but finished with the group and ready to cut ties.

But there was one doctor in particular that caught Six's eye. The way the man carried himself showed that he was more than just your average researcher. Arcade Gannon. Self deprecating, humorous, good at his job, generally what you would expect from a doctor in the middle of the wasteland. But the Wanderer could see more than that. After a little bit of persuasion the Wanderer was able to convince the man to go on a few supply runs with him. The doctor was calculative and merciless when it came to dealing with his enemies, but was compassionate and generous if any of his friends were injured, even if he hid it behind a snarky and sarcastic attitude. Such a dichotomy was hard for the Wanderer to take in. He wasn't about to start complaining though. Having doctors in Vegas was good, having one right beside you...even better.

As with most companions, they began to trust each other more and more as they survived the hellish wastes together. The Wanderer, playing the straight man to all of Arcade's snarks. They had a good working relationship. The Wanderer gets shot, Arcade patches him up, they kill the shooter. Rinse and repeat.

It was only much later, toward the end of the Wanderer's tale, that he found out about the man's origins and how much he was willing to risk for the sake of helping the Wanderer complete his goals. In truth, it might have been Arcade who had fully convinced the Wanderer to go through with it.

Arcade was the first one to truly believe that what the Wanderer was planning was the right thing for the Mojave Wasteland. If only he was there to see his friend's dream realized.


Hello everyone and thanks for reading the latest chapter of the story. A lot of talking going on in this one so some action is probably just around the corner. Sorry for the longer wait but if you couldn't tell, a certain game has been sucking all of my time away. That combined with the fact that the semester is getting closer and closer to being over doesn't give me a whole lot of time to spare. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. As you can see I am leaning further and further on Six's PoV to try and mitigate the constant switching. Hopefully I've captured all the character's reactions to the best of my ability. But if I haven't feel free to tell me in a review! I can only get better if people tell me something is wrong in the first place!

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