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Chapter 92

"I messed up."

"How could you possibly have messed up?" Raven asked. "You've been out my sight for all of half a day. How bad could it possibly be?"

"I… I lost the maiden's power."

The string of vitriol that poured through the scroll would have had the staunchest of huntsmen crying in a corner. Threats on his manhood, his life, his future and his future generations, not to mention questions of how he survived when he obviously had to dedicate so much of his brain power to breathing lest he suffocate and do the world a favour by removing his stupid genes from the pool before they could spread and infect Remnant.

It went on. Boy, did it go on. Jaune pulled the scroll away and met eyes with a passer-by. The man nodded sagely and touched his shoulder. "Flowers, chocolate and begging," he advised. "It's how I handle my wife when she's like that."

Jaune laughed awkwardly. "I'll consider that."

"ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME!?" Raven screamed.

He brought the scroll back to his ear. Cognisant of the people listening, he said the only thing he could, "No, sweetheart. Of course not."

"What the FUCK did you just call me!? I will rip out your still-beating heart and feed it to you. You had one job. ONE JOB! All you had to do was NOT randomly give the fucking world-ending power out to the first girl to walk past you, but no. Apparently, you couldn't keep it in your pants."

"That sounds wrong…"

"And you stuck it inside some random twit of a girl."

"Very wrong."

"You should have worn protection!"

"Are we even talking about the same thing anymore?"

"Gloves, you moron. You should have worn gloves!"

"I'm in a business suit." Gloves, apparently, were not a part of that. "And it wasn't supposed to do that. This doesn't come with an instructional manual, Raven. I'm as in the dark on how this works as you are. The only person who knows how this works is – is…" He slapped his forehead. "Shit. Lionheart is the one behind this."

"What?"

"Lionheart," he explained. "He's the only one who could have arranged this, and the only reason he would have is because Salem knew I might steal Amber's power."

"How?"

"She knows how this works. Knows how it all works. The transfer thing must be common knowledge to her, so much so that she had Lionheart set this up as a trap to lure me in."

"Bit of a jump there. Amber died in Vale. This is in Mistral."

"But there's you," he pointed out. "They know all about you and your Semblance since I've used it enough times to escape them. We thought we were so clever dodging the ambush outside the temple, but they expected I'd do that."

"And throwing Amber away? They had a maiden loyal to them. Why throw her at you if they know you can steal the power?"

"That, I don't have an answer to. Maybe Amber wasn't loyal enough – she seemed more in it out of fear of consequences; she would have bailed at the first chance. Or maybe she has some other game in mind. That letter she sent me seemed designed to make me look more into magic."

Raven was silent for a long moment. "She thinks you'll come around to her way of thinking?"

"She called herself Queen of the Ashari and thinks I'm one of them."

"Teaching you to use the power puts her at risk – but not too much risk. From her point of view, you're a problem but not at Ozpin levels. Yet. Hmm." Raven hummed to herself. "They have tried to bring you in before. There have been times where they want to capture instead of kill you."

"I always assumed it was curiosity over my appearance or the mark." He rubbed his hand. "I might have been wrong on that one, especially if she already knows what it means; or thinks she does. What if she wants me as her protégé? Wants to convince me to join her side?"

"If she thinks you're immortal like her, that's a big advantage. Even if you're not, the ability to transfer maidens would make you valuable. To say nothing of the `other things` you might be able to do that she could teach. It's possible. More so if we consider she's your only real hope for learning about your powers. She must think you'll have no choice but to go to her. Still, losing Amber to you was a big risk. There's as good a chance you wouldn't give it to someone."

There was, but he'd have had to do so sooner or later. On Salem's end, having the tournament held cost nothing and could only pay off. If Amber didn't die, it was just a tournament. Oh well. No loss. If she did die and he didn't give the power over, same thing. The risk had paid off, for a definition of the word, but why bother? It was so obtuse.

Or he was missing something. More than possible.

"Who is it?"

"Pyrrha."

"Of course it fucking is. Who else would it be?" Raven groaned audibly. "She's safe. I can feel it."

"You have a bond to her? How?"

"The same way I do to the younger version of you, Ren and Nora. Because Jinn dumped all your sodding memories in my head, and apparently memories of you becoming friends is enough for me to form a `bond` with them. If worst comes to worst, I can kidnap the girl."

"How is that a viable plan?"

"Kidnap her and give her to Ozpin."

Better than leaving her with Lionheart, but Ozpin would only have to give her back. Unless Raven played it worse and acted like a threat on Pyrrha's life. Ozpin would know the truth of course, but he could be convinced to play along if it kept the new fall maiden in Beacon. Something to consider, but risky. It would put a bigger target on Raven's head and invite reprisal from Salem.

"We'll keep that as a last option. Keep an eye, or, well, whatever you do, on her. I doubt Lionheart will try anything when he already has her, but I'm not willing to risk it. I'm meeting with her sister later today anyway. I'll try that angle."

"To what end?"

"Getting her in Beacon, I guess. It's not safe for her here."

"Lionheart needs to die."

"Agreed." The casualness at which he discussed murder might have been a concern if it had been anyone else they were talking about. The longer the man lived, the more good huntsmen and huntresses were sent to their deaths. "Let's deal with that after. One thing at a time."

"As you wish. I'll stay on standby to help clean up another one of your messes."

Jaune winced. "I'll pay you back."

"Damn straight you will."

Raven hung up with a click.

/-/

Helena dragged out the chair in the restaurant with more force than was strictly necessary. Her fierce glare said politeness wasn't strictly necessary either, and that he shouldn't expect it. "You've a lot of nerve inviting me out after the shit you just pulled."

"I thought we made plans to meet?"

"We did." She sat, slamming her handbag down. "I thought that'd be after a day or two to calm my nerves."

Angry. He supposed it wasn't a big surprise. He was too. "Is this about what your father did?"

"You…" Helena snarled. "No, you pig-headed man. It's what you did!"

"Me? What did I do?"

"You and your stupid spat with Alexander. That damn rivalry."

"What rivalry?" His confusion was genuine. "Aside from the fact Emerald beat Pyrrha once in a tournament, I wouldn't say there's a rivalry. I literally couldn't care less about him and his reputation."

"That's not how it comes across. You challenged him in front of all those reporters."

Jaune frowned. "Because he was riding over Pyrrha."

"And what is Pyrrha to you, Jaune?" The question was laced with danger. "She's my sister and someone who fought your daughter once. I'll admit, even I'm a little put off with how whenever you talk to me, you ask about her. If I wasn't worried about what that might mean, I'd be angry a man I slept with is using me as a vehicle."

"W-Worried? What are you saying!?"

"I don't know. What am I saying? Why are you so interested in my little sister?"

Was that how it looked? Jaune wanted to scream. How else was it meant to look to someone like Helena? He'd thought he was subtle about it but looking back he'd always asked how Pyrrha was and some of that interest must have shown on his face. Crap. How was he meant to explain that? Oh sorry, I was just thinking about the older Pyrrha I fell in love with. Not likely. Helena wanted answers, though. That much was for sure.

"It's not like that."

"Hmm. I hope not. You're not denying it. Tell me one thing. You don't want her for her fame, do you?"

"No!"

"Good." Helena let it go. For now. "I'd have walked away right now if you did. Bad enough Alexander and the family want that." She grimaced. "Bad enough she's now stuck catering to their delusions."

"About that. I thought she wanted this to be her last fight. What happened?"

Helena fixed him with a glare. "You're joking."

"Why would I? Pyrrha looked relieved to be away from it all and agonised when he was going on about it again. I thought she'd already made her decision. I thought this was over with." He made a swishing gesture with one hand. "No more tournaments. No more event fighting."

"It was," she said, teeth gritted.

"Then what changed?"

"Nothing."

"Then why didn't she-?"

"Shut. Up." Each word was a hiss, Helena's hand shaking as she put down her menu. She smoothed her red hair down, closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing. When her eyes opened again, they were sharp and angry. "You have no idea, do you? Are you that ignorant? It's better than malicious, but not by much."

Jaune frowned. "I don't understand."

"I can see that! Yes, Pyrrha decided she wanted out. Yes, that was to be her last fight. Yes, she has conviction and doesn't intend to fight anymore. Or didn't."

"Then why didn't she challenge her father?"

"Oh, I don't know. Why didn't she?" Helena's voice turned mocking. "Maybe because she was exhausted after a whole tournament. Maybe because she didn't want to have a family argument in front of a bunch of reporters. Maybe because she wanted some time to prepare herself for it. Maybe because the disagreement was a family issue and not something to be dragged out in public, hm!? To say nothing of her confusion over suddenly pulling out new Semblance abilities."

New Semblance? They thought the maiden powers were natural. That was good for now. Or was it? He didn't know. There was no time to think on it as Helena came in again, hissing her words across the table.

"And then you come in swinging like a Beowolf. Making grand proclamations and calling him out and putting my little sister on the spot. On the spot in front of reporters that would tear her apart if she said no, and in a position where she needs to decide then and there, exhausted and unprepared, with her father stood in front of her, what she's supposed to say." Helena's voice dropped to a hiss as she said, "Can you understand why that might not be the easiest thing? Or do you want me to draw you a bloody diagram?"

Jaune winced.

"Saying no to your father isn't easy but it's doable," she said, some of the anger draining away. "We were prepared for that. I was going to do it with her. There would have been a big fight, but she could survive. Do it there, though? Humiliate Alexander in front of the media, some of the most influential people in Mistral and also in front of his self-proclaimed rival? Worse, agreeing with self-proclaimed rival over her own father? Do you know how that would have looked?"

"I can imagine."

"I don't think you can," she snapped. "Mistral is very big on family. Some more so than others. It's part of our culture, but I figure this'd be the same anywhere. Disagreeing with family in private is fine but you don't shame one another like that in public. Pyrrha wants to get away from the tournaments. Getting disowned isn't what she's after."

"I was trying to help…"

"Yeah? Well your help didn't help." Helena pinched the bridge of her nose. "Ask me again tomorrow and I'll say I appreciate the thought, but right now I want to knock you out. I get that your heart was in the right place, I really do, but you put her in a spot where she had to agree with him despite her wishes. I'll be honest, Jaune. You may like my sister for some reason I'd rather not know, but right now? She doesn't like you. Much too polite to ever say it, but she's pissed off. Locked herself in the training rooms to burn off steam."

Fuck. He'd really gone and fucked that up, hadn't he? It wasn't like he'd never seen Pyrrha mad; it was just that she didn't get angry and vent like Yang or Weiss did. Quiet glares, cold shoulders and the critical stare. He knew the signs and had seen them when he'd been giving in to Cardin's blackmail.

I thought she was giving up here but she wasn't. She was just choosing the battlefield. In private where she could talk with her family and come to deal. Fat chance of that now. Even if she says she wants out of the tournaments, she said she'd take part in front of all those people. The Nikos family won't let her back out now.

Helena was right. He'd made things worse.

"I'm sorry. I just… I saw what he was saying and how upset she was-"

"How?" she demanded. "Pyrrha isn't the most obvious person with her emotions. I'm not saying she hides them, but after so long in front of fans, journalists and the odd stalker, she's gotten good at not letting her thoughts show. How can you, who have met her all of two or three times, be able to read her so easily?"

The answer was obvious to him, just like her face. Not to everyone else. Sometimes it was hard to remember that not everyone knew her as well as he did. Pyrrha had been a master of pretending nothing was wrong, of exuding calm confidence. He'd learned to look past it after long months together, but few could say the same. And he couldn't explain why to Helena. "It just seemed obvious," he deflected. "Maybe from raising Em. Helena, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make things worse."

"You – I… argh." She sagged in her chair, the fight leaving her. "I'm sorry too. Sorry this ever happened. I'm angry at you but I'm not," she said. "I'm furious at Alexander and only slightly annoyed at you. It's bleeding over because you're here and he's not, so take what I say tonight with some salt." To her credit, she tried to offer him a smile. It didn't really work, but he appreciated the attempt. "I really want to knock him down a few pegs, but I couldn't say anything either. Believe me, I'll be ripping him apart in private, but me jumping in back there would have only made things worse for Pyrrha. It'd be like us pretending she isn't old or mature enough to make her own decisions. Though she may not say it, Pyrrha hates when people act like they have the right to make decisions for her. She can more than fight her own battles."

Ironic, given how often Pyrrha waded into his battles. Still, she'd always been such an ironic person. It was one of her many charms.

"Understood. What happens now?"

"Now? I guess we'll see. Pyrrha's not stupid and she isn't one to give up either. Technically speaking, she didn't promise how many matches she'll have. Doing one more and then retiring might be to obvious, but two or three and then a retirement would be enough to save face." She fixed him with a look. "Hopefully, she can do that without your well-meaning ass running in to `help`, hm?"

"I deserved that one," he admitted. "I'll back out. Sorry."

"It's fine. Or it's not, but you're not the real problem. It's him. Honestly, if it had been anyone but you, she might have been okay to agree, but even if you don't see yourself as a rival to the Nikos family, the feeling isn't mutual. Pyrrha is still one of us; she's going to side with family over someone she doesn't know."

Makes sense. I'm a stranger to her for the most part. A few meetings here and there didn't count. He wasn't a friend and certainly not someone she trusted. After his recent performance, that wasn't likely to change. As for backing out. He wished that was possible. It might have been before, but not now that she was the fall maiden. Something he didn't even dare bring up to Helena.

He'd thought Pyrrha too weak to stand up for herself. He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was how she died at the end, but she'd never been weak in Beacon. Passive, sure, but never fragile. Had he begun to see her as a damsel in distress because of the future? That wasn't fair. If anything, he'd been the damsel to Pyrrha's heroine.

I messed up.

"If she decides to quit again, won't Alexander cause another scene?"

"Of course, but that's an issue for us to deal with. Not you. The thing about an argument between family is that no matter who loses, a Nikos still win. That saves face. You butting in makes it Nikos vs Ashari, and that's not going to fly."

"No, I understand that. I just mean, maybe it'd be best for her to distance herself from him? Give him less opportunities to decide what she does."

"Obviously." Helena rolled her eyes. "That was what Haven was supposed to be."

"Leonardo Lionheart seemed awfully close with Alexander."

"I know." She sighed. "Sadly, he's close with everyone important. That's what political power does for you so it's not like he's any closer with our family than he is the others. I can see what you're suggesting, Jaune, but don't you think going to Beacon would be too much the other way? After all, it's no secret you have connections to Beacon. It's asking us to side with the Ashari again."

"Can't you?"

"Sure. If we want to accept complete and total disownment."

"I'd support you. Financially, I mean."

"It's not money that holds us back. Pyrrha hates the fame, not her father; he's just gotten caught up in it. She wants to stop with his praise, but if she can't have it, she'll stop with his disappointment. What she doesn't want, however, is to have him hate her. Arrogant or not, he's still her dad. She used to sit on his knee while he told her stories of Nikos heroes of time past. She loves him."

Even if he was a pain now. Jaune accepted it as best he could. The Pyrrha of his time might have chosen him over family, but this wasn't the same girl. Strength came in different forms. Pyrrha had decided it wasn't in running roughshod over her father's wishes because a stranger told her to.

"The offer is still there. If you ever need it."

"Thank you." Helena smiled and picked up her menu. "Let's leave the issue be for now. After what happened today, I really don't want to talk about the tournament, my family or anything of the sort. We're supposed to be catching up."

"Of course."

As much as he wanted to say more, Jaune launched into the story of how he and Summer had to hold the dreaded `talk` with Emerald and how it went down. It was enough to have Helena in stitches and save their dinner date from total collapse.

/-/

Helena paused in the doorway to Pyrrha's room, scanning her sister. No injuries – not that she expected Alexander would ever strike his daughter, or that Pyrrha would let such hit, but her sister's face was red and her eyes redder. Not the fallout of a full-blown crying fest, but angry tears breaking out. Sighing, she hung up her jacket and strode into the room.

"I thought you were going to wait for me before confronting our old man?"

"Sorry." Pyrrha didn't sound it. "I… He said something that got on my nerves. I lashed out."

"How did it go?"

"He knows how I feel. He's angry." She shrugged. "I'm grounded."

"You're in Haven. How does that work?"

"It doesn't."

Helena laughed and sat on the bed, hugging her little sister with one hand.

"How was your date?" Pyrrha asked.

"It's not a date if it's with a married man." Or close enough in his case. "And it went… awkwardly, at least at first."

Pyrrha sighed. "I said you didn't need to get angry on my behalf."

"Didn't need to. Wanted to. He apologised by the way. Asked me to say sorry to you. He thought he was helping. Jaune…" She sighed. "He's a direct kind of guy. You know he's got a kid, and he was willing to let her stop competing and do what she wanted to do. I guess he saw the same in you. Said he could tell you didn't want what dad was spouting."

"He could tell? How?"

Your guess is as good as mine, sis. Pyrrha wasn't exactly the best actress in the world, but she was good. Not good enough to fool her sister, but more than enough to trick people who didn't know her quite as well. Is it because we're similar? Can Jaune tell what she's thinking because she has the same tells I do? It was plausible. Why didn't he just say that, though? Why all the secrecy and guilty expressions?

"He's strange," Pyrrha said. "I… Whenever he talks to me, I get this feeling."

"Oh? He is engaged, you know."

"Not that kind of feeling!" Pyrrha blushed and tried to shove her away, then descended into laughter when she noticed Helena doing the same. "It's like… I don't know. It's intense. And not like that. It's like… you know if I was really upset and you wanted to know what was wrong, if I said it was nothing and you'd read it and push?"

"Yeah."

"It feels like he'd do the same. Like he's reading into what I say. Reading between the lines. And worse, getting it right. He can tell when I feel awkward. He knows when I'm just being polite. Sometimes I meet his eyes and there's just so much sympathy in them. Not pity," she insisted. "But sympathy. Like he knows exactly what I'm going through and how much it annoys me. It's… It's creepy."

Helena winced. Not the angle Jaune was going for, she was sure, but what did he expect? You couldn't level all that on a young girl and expect them to take it as normal. As much as she'd thrown the accusation out, she didn't think Jaune was attracted to her little sister. It just wasn't there. Hell, she wasn't sure he was attracted to Winter or anyone. He always acted like he had more on his mind, even when she'd gotten him into bed. He'd been good, but unfocused. And the fact there wouldn't be anything after had been so obvious it broke her heart.

When Jaune looked at Pyrrha, he looked like someone reminded of an old friend.

One that hadn't ended happily.

"I'm not saying he's a creep." Pyrrha stammered, no doubt reading her silence as displeasure at the insult to a friend. "It's just-"

"Unsettling."

"Yes. Unsettling. Like my secrets aren't my own. I… I like him. I think. He trained his daughter and students well, and I enjoyed fighting them. More than I have anyone else in a long time. And he didn't brag about their win over me, and he doesn't rise to dad's insults. He seems like a really nice person and he never treats me like someone who's famous…"

"But?"

"I just can't." Pyrrha clenched her eyes shut. "I don't know if it's me he sees or someone else, but I can't handle that look in his eyes. It's – It's so sad. So empty. Like he's looking right through me. Doesn't even see me. I'm sorry, Helena. I don't want to ruin things-"

"You're not." Helena hugged her in tight. "I don't need my sister to approve of every friend I keep, just as you don't need me to approve of yours. I was worried about you being on a team with three boys, but that proved pointless, hm?"

"They're gentlemen," she whispered.

"Seems like they are. So don't worry. You're not ruining anything." Under her breath, she muttered, "If anyone was, it'd be Alexander and his stupid rivalry, wouldn't it? Anyway, I've asked Jaune to take it easy and back off a little. He agreed. Provided I apologise to you on his behalf. He meant well."

"I know." Pyrrha smiled. "Please tell him he's forgiven. I guess it's not all bad…"

"Oh?"

"This showed dad won't listen." She didn't sound as disappointed about that as she should have. Exposure. It shouldn't have had to be this way. "This was us trying to polite approach. Talking to him and explaining I want to stop didn't work. He's going to find ways to drag me back into it. So…" Pyrrha's expression hardened. "We'll just have to do it another way."

The riskier way. Helena nodded, offering her support without words. She'd known it would come to this, but Pyrrha had wanted to make the effort – and for a while it seemed like it might have worked. Alexander backed off and let her attend Haven. A compromise from Pyrrha's initial threat to leave entirely and join Beacon.

He'd been horrified by that, namely because of the proximity of a certain self-imposed rival. To have Pyrrha Nikos leave to Vale, where Ashari was, would raise questions he didn't want to face, so he'd capitulated and promised to let Pyrrha control her own destiny so long as she stayed in Mistral. At the time, it felt like a victory.

Should have known it was too good to be true. The second the fame struck, he lost himself again.

Their father wasn't a bad man. He was just hungry. All his life, he'd tried to make the Nikos name mean something, and met with failure after failure along the way. Now with Pyrrha, he had his first taste of success. Of pride. He wasn't willing to let go of that now and couldn't understand why his daughter wanted to.

"Going to force the issue?"

"If I must," Pyrrha said with a nod. "I don't want to but… unless I do, he's going to pull this time and time again. I made a threat before, but he didn't listen. Maybe…" She sighed. "Maybe it's time to prove it wasn't a bluff."

"What about your team?"

"I… I don't want to lose them. I'll talk to them. See if there's something that can be done."

A knock at the door interrupted them. Pyrrha stiffened but the voice that came through wasn't their father's. He'd still be cooling off. He had a monstrous temper, and while he'd never directed his rage at them physically, he'd often seclude himself away to burn it off. The door opened and their single maid pushed her head through, an older woman who often played mediator. She smiled fondly. "Oh, Helena. I didn't realise you were here as well. You have a guest. He's quite insistent on meeting you."

Jaune, no. Not like this.

"Thank you, Cass." Pyrrha looked up, coming to the same conclusion. "Is it Mr Ashari?"

"Oh no. He's quite the older gentleman." Cass, or Cassiopeia, chuckled into her hand. "More my age than Helena's. He's come all the way from Vale to see you. All the way from Beacon," she added meaningfully.

Beacon? The school and not the city of Vale. In that regard, there was only one `older man` it could be. Pyrrha looked as surprised as Helena felt, but recovered quickly. "Headmaster Ozpin?"

"Indeed. Should I tell him to wait? Or that you'll meet with him tomorrow? It is quite late and after your busy day I don't think it would be too much to ask." Smiling kindly, she added, "I can tell him you're currently having a bath before bed and I couldn't reach you."

"No. No, there's no need. Thank you, Cass, but I'll meet with him." Pyrrha made to stand but Helena pulled her down and gestured briefly to her face. Or more specifically her eyes. Pyrrha realised with a smile. "After I wash my face, I guess. Can you ask him to wait?"

"I'll prepare some tea and biscuits. Take your time, sweetie."

"Cass!" Helena interrupted. "Does father know?"

"About a guest for Pyrrha?" The older woman acted innocent. "Why, I didn't think to tell him. He seems awfully upset and I thought it might be best to let him relax. Don't you agree?"

Cunning. That was Cass for you. Helena grinned. "You're probably right. We'll leave father be."

When the woman was gone, Pyrrha rushed to the bathroom and washed her face clean. It wasn't that her tears had been obvious, but the first part of feeling confident was looking it. Coming back out, she had her smile back in place. One that wasn't quite a lie, but not the full truth either. No one ever saw through it.

Apart from Jaune.

"You realise this may be an attempt at recruiting you to Beacon, right?"

"I know."

Helena chuckled. "Father will be furious."

"I know," Pyrrha said again. "But I only promised to do more tournaments. The Vytal Festival counts as one, doesn't it? I'm not going against what I said – and more than that, I'm following through on the threat I gave him if he tried to push me again. It's important for a Nikos to keep their word, remember? He always taught us that."

"Choking him with his own words? That's vicious, Pyrrha. Even for you."

"Well, it will depend on what Mr Ozpin has to say."

"And Leonardo," Helena warned. "He's your current headmaster, remember."

"I know." Pulling her hair back into her ponytail, Pyrrha smoothed her clothes down and took a deep breath. "I'm ready."

I was surprised how many people seemed to think Pyrrha should have (or would have) spoken out at the press meet in the last chapter. I mean, the issues she has with her father are between them, and it's a bit much for someone to expect a person to burst those out in public when surrounded by a whole lot of people. More so when those people are specifically looking to write a story on you.

Pyrrha is used to this kind of things, or so the show implies. She's going to have the experience to know it's best not to show weakness in a situation like that, and that if you have a problem with someone, it's a good idea to air it in private.

Jaune is used to the Pyrrha in Beacon, one who has given up on all that, so he just assumed she would stand up for herself right then and there. In a way, he's putting her on a pedestal. Most people would feel pressured, but he has an idealised vision of Pyrrha because she was pretty much the strongest, bestest person he ever knew. Nostalgia often works like that, making us forget the flaws and remember only the best aspects of people (or things, movies, games, etc).

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