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.
He tried everything, but right now, at this moment, he realized that he will never get her back. If he can't have her back, then what was the point?
Sucking in a breath, blackness swallowed everything until-