Jaune stared into Pyrrha's statute. That statue stared into him. The damn thing was mocking him. He knew it.
He could do anything, be anyone, yet she always died no matter what he did.

Jaune stared into Pyrrha's statute. That statue stared into him. The damn thing was mocking him. He knew it.
He could do anything, be anyone, yet she always died no matter what he did.
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