she used to say 'i love you'
The Battle of Beacon would forever be engrained in his memory- a perfect, horrifying mosaic of Grimm-smoke and bullets and blood.
Just as engrained, however, was Pyrrha.
Against the night sky, shrouded in shadow and despair, she was the spinning torch of victory. She was the one carving their way through to central campus, her grief over what happened in the tournament tossed aside in favour of guiding survivors to the docks.
And every time the wave died down, her eyes darted back to him, making sure he was alright.