"And that's my entire life's story, the entire history of my country, and how those things are interconnected directly and thematically." Pyrrha finished explaining, the trio walking and talking through Beacon grounds.
"Wow, I'm... sorry." Ruby said, unsure what to say. Blaze hugged her, he was a hugger and she could use a hug.
"Please, don't be... I'm fine. All of that tragedy and heartache made me stronger, even if my fame has made me unapproachable to many. Maybe that's why I'm telling you all of this, since you're the first people to talk to me instead of trying to win me over. By the way, I must say... It's so nice to talk to people without them putting me on a pedestal," Pyrrha smiled.
"Why would I put you on a pedestal?" Blaze wondered. "I could kick your butt if I wanted to."
Pyrrha laughed. "That's the first time anyone's said anything like that to me."
"It's true, though. My sword's way bigger than your dinky little javelin."
She smiled. "There's much more to fighting than the size of one's weapon."
"Really? I didn't know that. Why don't you teach me your ways?"
She tilted her head at him. "Are you sure? I've had rather strict teachers in my lifetime, and I'm going to imitate them."
"Be as strict as you want, Uncle Qrow says those are the best kinds of women where it counts."
Pyrrha stopped, and the other two stopped. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"I have no idea!" Blaze smiled. "But it sounds cool, doesn't it? I want to be cool like him. That's why I try to rip him off sometimes. I'm not very good at it, though. Honestly, since we're sharing super intimate secrets about ourselves with complete strangers today, I don't know where I stop and the acting begins. I feel bad about being an Orphan for so long, but I try to act happy whenever I feel about moping about it like a loser. I feel bad about not being as strong as my sister but I try to act like I'm fine with that, too. If anyone had to be stronger than me, I'm glad it's her. But I still wish I was the best ever, you know? I wish I was just born the fastest and strongest so I'd never have to try hard. Trying is exhausting. Also, you know what else sucks? Never getting to make choices. Some people have lived lives where they get to decide things and figure out who they are as people, but for the longest time, I've just been whatever the situation needs of me. Or that was me, until I met Ruby and the rest of her family. They gave me a happier life than I ever thought I'd have! I don't know exactly who I am. But I know a few things about me. I know I like weapons and fights and cool stuff like that. I know I want all the ladies to love me. I hate Grimm. And I know I want a ton of friends. I want to protect my siblings. I'm not ashamed of my red and yellow eyes any more, that's why I don't hide my eyes with my hair any more. If I had to die anywhere, I'd want to die from a heart attack at a really old age with a million wives and a billion kids, or die young and cool on the battlefield after becoming incredibly famous so I don't have to deal with getting old and getting old people knees. I like annoying people. Probably more than I should. I hate the White Fang, and I hate the Grimm even more. Grimm killed my birth parents, but I don't know anything about them. And that's about it. That's all I know about who I am. That might seem kind of shallow and generic as far as personalities go, but what am I supposed to do, pretend to have a bunch of random weird quirks like hating a number or fearing something harmless? I pretend to enjoy my big sister's terrible puns, that's enough pretending for one lifetime."
He secretly loved his big sister's puns, but he wasn't about to admit that.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in Beacon, Jaune was forming a lifelong friendship with a quiet boy wise beyond his years. The cute quirky girl who followed him around every second of every day was cute, too.