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Chapter 73 - Rumination

"Hold the door, please." Weiss called as she rushed down the hall to the elevator. Careful not to spill her coffee, she slipped in beside the five other workers inside. "Thank you."

"Good morning, Miss Schnee." An older man with grey hair asked kindly. "Which floor would you like?"

"Sixty-eight, please."

The man pressed the button, and the elevator began to move. Sipping on her coffee, Weiss looked at the employees that were in the lift with her. Though she didn't recognise four of the five, there was one that she did recognise immediately. Stood at the back against the wall was a very short woman wearing a blue dress and cloak with silver hair that stood out vibrantly against her darker complexion. Age caused her back to curve slightly, but a walking stick kept her upright.

"Good morning, Ms Calavera." She said politely as she worked her way to the back of the small area. "How are you today?"

"Old." The woman groaned, glancing up at her through a pair of blue-tinted glasses. "And wishing I was back in bed. You?"

"Very much the same." Weiss hummed sympathetically. "It's been so long since I've been away that I forgot how much I despise jetlag."

"You have a lot worse than that waiting for you in the future, dearie." The woman chuckled, moving a hand over to her back. "Savour your youth while you can."

"I will keep that in mind." She grinned. "I believe it's safe to assume that you are looking forward to your retirement next week then?"

At seventy-four years old, the woman was finally retiring after half a century at the STC. Though she had been offered numerous promotions in the past, the woman had always been content to head up the liaison team. So content in fact, that she had delayed her retirement by six years. That would usually serve as a problem for the company, but the woman had remained exceptionally diligent in her work through her years in spite of being blind.

"It will be nice to put my feet up." The woman hummed with a nod. "A good fire and a nice book. Though I dread to think what will happen to the department. I take a week off and come back to chaos. You young people lack focus."

"I assure you, not all of us do." Weiss smiled. "But I'm sure your successor will do a fine job. Have you chosen one yet?"

"It's not Miss Soleil, if that's what you're asking." The woman said knowingly.

"Oh course not." Weiss laughed. "She is fitting in though I assume? She looked to be enjoying herself the last time we spoke."

"She's fitting in fine. Just needs more experience."

"I shall pass that along the next time I see her."

"If you like. So how come you are in the off-" The woman was cut off as the elevator came to a halt, a voice coming from the speaker to announce their floor. "Oops." The woman said, shifting in place and pulling her cloak over her shoulders a little. "This is my floor."

"Alright." Weiss smiled, as the woman felt around the edge of the lift to find the door. "Have a good day, Ms Calavera."

"You too, dear." The woman waved as she exited the elevator and the doors closed.

Once the doors shut, Weiss leaned back against the wall and stood in silence as the small box continued to rise. She was glad Ciel's promotion was going well. Though many of the things she had tried to do so far had been rather unsuccessful, Ciel was thankfully one of the few exceptions. No matter what happened in the days following, no matter what Jacques decided, Weiss was happy she had at least helped a friend get her dream job.

As the elevator came to stop on her floor, Weiss took a sip of her coffee and stepped out into the hall. It had been a while since she had visited floor sixty-eight, but she definitely didn't remember there being plywood and plastic sheets everywhere. Looking inside the rooms, she saw partially installed screens and unpainted walls until she finally found one that was mostly finished. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside to see Edward leaning over a stack of boxes beside his desk.

"New office on an empty floor?" Weiss asked with a smile. "If I didn't know better, I would say you were trying to avoid everyone."

"I wouldn't say everyone." He chuckled and looked up from the boxes. "No, I just needed the peace and quiet. My doctor says I have to avoid stressful situations."

"Your doctor?" Her smile faded and she reached out to put a hand on his arm. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine." He smiled and patted her hand kindly. "Just high cholesterol. Nothing serious. Certainly not serious enough for my wife to ban me from eating bacon."

"I'm sure she's just worried."

"Has been since we met." He chuckled, pulling a picture of him and his wife from one of the boxes. "I'm still unsure what I did to deserve her."

Taking the black and white photograph from the man, Weiss looked down on a man and a woman in their late thirties on their wedding day. The woman was gorgeous, dressed in a long, flowing, dress with fair hair and a soft face. Edward himself looked dashing too, his hair rich and dark and his face wrinkle free. Both of them were smiling like it was the happiest day of their life.

"You both look incredible." Weiss smiled, handing it back to him. "How did you two meet?"

"At one of your grandfather's parties actually." He recounted fondly. "I saw Lilli from across the room, gathered up my courage and somehow managed to make her laugh. Now, after sixty years of wonderful marriage, we've had two kids and a grandchild."

He pulled out another picture of his family and pointed to a small child who had to be around seven years old.

"You know, they say that the day your children are born is the best day of your life; but the day Gus was born was indescribable. There's nothing like knowing your children are experiencing the same feeling you once did, and getting to share in their happiness."

"You're a lucky man." Weiss smiled.

"You have no idea how true that statement is." He grinned and put the photographs on his desk. "But enough about the life of an old man." He pulled a glass of brown liquid over to his desk and poured himself a drink of water. "Your reports show that your time in Mistral was a success."

Weiss gave a nod and took a sip of her coffee, sitting down in the chair that sat opposite Edward's messy desk. Watching as the man continued to sort out his belongings, Weiss gave a small hum on confirmation.

"I like to think it was." She said slowly. "The council seemed happy with our deal. The expansion of two factories and the repurposing of four abandoned ones to transfer. The current estimate is around a thousand new jobs will be created, and that joined with us making Mistral our prime Scroll manufacturing and distribution centre will bring in a nice amount of revenue for them to tackle their struggling economy. While we pay less export costs than we do in Vale."

"Seems all is well then." Edward smiled and lifted a large box with minimal effort. For being seventy-seven, the man really was in very good shape. "I imagine it wasn't too easy getting a few members of the council to agree. I recall Councilwoman Lacus and her followers tend to be a little overzealous in their demands."

"It seems everyone has a story about her." Weiss chuckled amusedly, taking another sip of her drink. "Though I can certainly see why. But Councilman Umi and Leo were able to help me talk her down."

"Both good men." Edward nodded and sat down. "I must admit, some of the others on the board were hesitant to make this move, but I do believe it will ultimately be beneficial for the company."

Weiss couldn't help but agree. While the operations in Mistral were definitely going to cost the company a lot in the short term, the enhanced production and cheaper exports would ultimately increase their profit margins in the future.

"I also heard that you had a meeting with Miss Khan." He said with a great deal of interest in his voice. "How was that experience?"

"Nerve-racking." Weiss admitted, causing the man to laugh a little.

"I would be surprised if it wasn't." He laughed and set his drink down. "That woman is as terrifying as she is beautiful." Weiss would definitely agree there. "Thankfully, she is also just as fair. I assume that meeting went well?"

Weiss recalled both her meeting with Sienna, and her final meeting with the council. When giving the woman Umi's, she had really hoped the faunus would use it. Thankfully, her hopes had not been in vain, and Sanjay had revealed at the final meeting in the art district that Sienna had in fact contacted him. It was only a text to say she would be watching closely, but it was contact nonetheless.

"I think she will be a big help in getting us to keep our sites safer." Weiss nodded. "Miss Khan has a lot of contacts that wouldn't talk to the STC or council themselves. And Mr Umi has permission to act on any information she gives him."

"Good. Good."

"Actually, speaking of Sienna." Weiss said cautiously and sat back in her chair. "I don't suppose you have had a chance to talk with the board regarding that issue I told you about?"

After her conversation with Sienna, she had immediately reached out to Edward to ask him if he would look into the faunus' health benefit. And though he had given her his word that he would, she knew it was a long shot. Still, she couldn't help but get her hopes up over the past few days. Unfortunately, upon asking the question, she saw Edwards face drop a little, and her hopes quickly began to shatter.

"Ahh, yes. About that." He let out a low sigh and took another sip of his drink while leaning forward. "I brought it up to the board, and I'm afraid they shot it down immediately."

Weiss really wasn't sure why she expected anything else, but she was disappointed to say the least.

"They were that quick to vote against peoples' wellbeing?" She scowled.

"Sadly, many people have more money than morality." Edward grimaced. Clearly he was just as unhappy with the decision as she was. "Our employment rate in Mistral is seventy percent faunus, many of which are factory positions where accidents are frequent. They consider it far too great a cost for something they aren't legally required to do."

Letting out a low sigh herself, Weiss felt her shoulder slump and her head shake. What was wrong with people? Did it really take a law forcing them to treat humans and faunus equally? Was money really more important than peoples' lives?

Who was she kidding. Of course it was. Pretty much every company she had ever studied had only been about one thing. Money. Anything that affected the bottom line was a no go. The only reason the STC shareholders had even agreed to help Mistral was because it was already a major manufacturing centre, and their decline was having an effect on profits.

"Great!" She breathed and stood up, walking over to the side of the office where a full wall length window gave a great view of the city. "So it takes laws from the council for the company to do the right thing?"

As she crossed her arms across her chest and looked out over the city, she heard a sigh from behind her and a slight squeak as Edward stood up. A few seconds later, he arrived at her side.

"I understand your frustration, Weiss." He said softly. "I wish things were different too, but the votes were four to seven. Unless Mistral and Atlas finally catch up with the rest of the world, there's not much we can do. Unless you want to try and get Alyx to switch sides."

"I think I would have an easier time getting Jacques to vote for it." Weiss grumbled, knowing full well that Mr Aurum was one of the more money hungry shareholders; and unfortunately, he had a lot of influence.

Weiss certainly didn't miss the way Edward's eyebrow raised when she referred to her father by name, but she didn't care. Gone were the days where she was willing to feign affection or respect for that man.

"Is something on your mind?" Edward asked cautiously, glancing at her out of the side of his eye.

Weiss was hesitant to reply. Though Edward was on her side, there was only so much that he would be willing to overlook, and she was certain that her being the one to leak the files would be something he would not be tolerant of. However, that didn't mean she couldn't at least confide in the man a little.

"In truth, there is something." She hummed, watching the traffic pass underneath her. "Can I ask you something, Edward?"

"I believe you were kind enough to answer my question last time we were in my office." Caspien smiled kindly. "It would hardly be right for me to refuse you now."

Giving the man a nod, she let out a low sigh and shook her head.

"Do you think the STC is a good company?"

The older man didn't reply straight away, and the silence was telling. Regardless of what Edward said in response, the fact that he had to think about it was definitely not a good sign.

"I think we do a lot of good things that make life a lot easier for a lot of people." He said slowly, clearly choosing his words very carefully. "But I can certainly understand the criticisms that the public have towards us. It's hard to deny that the company has taken a rather drastic turn towards less reputable methods since your father took over."

"Is it just my father though?" Weiss asked. "It feels like everywhere I go, there are things happening that just shouldn't be. The cutting of corners, unfair employment practises, aggressive business tactics, and just a lack of common decency to where faunus can't even go to the right doctor. There's so much that needs to be fixed here."

"There is certainly a lot that needs to change." Edward agreed. "Are you worried about how much work there is to be done?"

"I'm worried the work can't be done." Weiss admitted. "None of this feels like the influence of one man. It's too far reaching, too prevalent… too accepted. It feels like the roots themselves are diseased, and it's killing the entire tree."

To her surprise, Capsian exhaled sadly. "I can't say I haven't had the same thoughts. I've remained due to my respect for your grandfather and his creation, but it's hard to deny that this company is no longer what he envisioned it to be."

Edward's words only made her hopes fall further. She had expected the man to unequivocally say that the state of the company was merely due to its leadership, that once Jacques was out then the company could get back on track; but if even he thought the company was deceased, then what hope was there?

"So you don't think it can be saved?"

"I wouldn't say that." He shook his head. "I certainly understand why you would think so; but to use your metaphor, there are a few healthy roots remaining that could bring it back to life. Yourself being one of them."

"Mmm." Weiss hummed. "The problem is that I won't see a position that allows me to make any meaningful changes for at least a decade. In the meantime, the issues will only get worse."

"That is true." He nodded, his head turning to look at her. "It's starting to sound like you're considering leaving the company?"

Weiss didn't reply. It would be a lie to say that thought hadn't crossed her mind. Whenever she had envisioned taking over the company, she had always been excited to lead what her grandfather had built. But with what she had experienced over the recent months and the revelations of exactly what the company was doing behind the scenes, she was becoming more and more certain that the company she had loved growing up was nothing more than a figment of her imagination. Something she had made up due to her love and respect for her grandfather and his stories, while staying blind to the truth of the situation.

But it was still her grandfather's company. His blood, sweat, and tears. The STC was his legacy, his gift to the world. If she left, she would be letting that gift die. Whitley had made it clear that he had no interest in heading the STC and would likely not stick around even if he was made the heir, so she would be leaving it in the hands of people who would continue to twist and pervert it, to put profit over what was best for the public. Could she really do that? Did she really want her grandfather's legacy to be tarnished like that? Of course she didn't.

But those were her two options. Leave behind what her grandfather had built, or stay at the company and spend the next fifty years of her life fixing somebody else's mess.

"What would my grandfather do?" She asked, deciding not to answer his question.

He gave her a curious look, but didn't press the question.

"That is a hard question to answer." He said with a hint of amusement to his voice. "He had a tendency to u-turn at a moment's notice." That didn't really help her. "What I can say though is that he always did the thing that he considered right."

Silence filled the space between them for a second before a hand was placed on her shoulder. She turned to look at him and saw he was smiling.

"I don't think I can give you the answer you clearly want, Weiss" He said slowly. "All I can say is that I see a lot of your grandfather in you, and I do believe you could do a lot of good here. But I also believe you could do a lot of good anywhere you choose to work. Whether that is here, or somewhere else, is a decision you have to make yourself."

Letting out a sigh at just how many times she had heard that very same thing from Winter in the past, Weiss turned back to the window as Edward returned to his seat. She appreciated his confidence in her, but really didn't do much to help with the decision she was going to have to make. And with everything that was going to happen with Jacques in less than twenty-four hours, she knew she would have to make that decision sooner, rather than later.


"Hey, Fireball." Tai said, sticking his head through the door. "Blake just pulled up."

"Thanks, Dad." Yang smiled at him and pulled the side of salmon from the fridge and placed it on the side. "You staying for dinner?"

"As much as I'd love your cooking again, I have plans with Qrow."

"You're hanging out again?"

The relationship between Qrow and Tai was one Yang was quite familiar with. Just like herself and her father, the two older men were constantly falling out and making up. Almost any event they attended together would either end in an argument, or laughter, and Yang really wasn't sure which of the two was more common.

"Yeah." Tai said as the front door opened and shut. "He found some old records from when we were in high school."

"Sounds boring." She grinned at the man. "Have fun."

"You too." He said and moved aside so that Blake could enter the kitchen. "Your hair looks great by the way, kiddo."

"Thanks, Tai." She smiled widely at him, moving her hand up to touch the bottom of one side.

As the man moved out of the room and disappeared, Blake walked in with a smirk on her face that caused Yang to shake her head.

"Will you stop flirting with my dad?"

"I'm not flirting with your dad." Blake said with feigned innocence.

"Mhm." Yang hummed disbelievingly. "I know your type. Blonde and dumb."

Blake rolled her eyes, but her grin widened and she shook her head. Just as she had the day before, Yang quickly pulled the girl into a tight hug, though with a little more restraint that she had previously. She hadn't exactly been sure what she would say when seeing her best friend again, but had been delighted to find that there was nothing to really be said at that moment. All that had needed to be done was show that she was sorry, and that she supported her.

"And yet I never dated the blondest and dumbest of them all." She joked, causing Yang to chuckle slightly. "So you've moved back here?"

"Just for a day or two." Yang said, letting the hug linger for a moment. "While we sort out the therapist. Then I'm going back to the apartment."

Blake gave a small nod, and Yang finally pulled away and looked her friend in the eye. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." Blake said softly, her ears flattening against her head a little. "I really am sorry that I just dumped this on you. I wanted to talk to you about it, I just wasn't sure how to bring it up. I wasn't even sure about it at the time."

"Well, I can't exactly blame you for being worried about talking to me." She said and scratched the back of her head. "I didn't exactly handle it very well when you did."

"I get why you didn't." Blake replied. "But I swear, this isn't like last time. I'm doing this right, and it's mostly going to be peaceful protests and group therapy sessions. Nothing illegal whatsoever."

"I know." Yang nodded and washed her hands before pulling a clean fillet knife from the block. "Like I said yesterday, I trust you. I still don't trust Luna, but I trust you."

"I wish my mom would trust me too." Blake grimaced and leaned down to smell the fish.

"Yeah…" Yang hummed and quickly sharpened the knife. "She seemed pretty pissed."

Yang knew that was quite an understatement. Having grown up around then, she knew just how great the Belladonna's were. Rare was a time where they tried to force their beliefs on people, choosing instead to let people determine their own paths in life. The same was true with Blake. No matter what it was she wanted to do with her life, her parents were generally supportive of her. Of course they didn't allow her free reign to act out or do as she pleased, but if the girl ever showed an interest in something, her parents would absolutely encourage her to explore it.

So to hear Kali asking for her help to talk Blake out of something was a very new experience. She definitely understood the reason for it, but it was still something she hadn't really known how to reply too. She felt bad for turning the woman down after all the faunus had done for her, especially when it was something she wasn't entirely certain about herself, but she was pretty certain there was no way to talk Blake out of her decision anyway.

"If only." Blake grumbled, and leaned back against the counter. "She's barely talked to me all week, except to shout at me."

"She's just worried. She'll calm down eventually." Yang reasoned and began to sort out the fish. "At least Ghira seems cool with it."

"Now he is, sure." Blake shrugged. "He wasn't when I told him. He's not exactly happy I have to register again. Kept asking why I couldn't be a part of the other organizations that help the faunus."

"And why can't you?"

"Not enough outreach." Blake said simply. "Faunus are slow to trust, remember; even amongst ourselves. The White Fang is a name they know, so they are more likely to come to us for help."

"Us." Yang repeated with a sigh as she cut the meat away from the skin. "Gunna take a little bit to get used to hearing you refer to the White Fang as us."

Blake fell silent and reached out to grab a bowl to begin preparing the honey glaze. The girl had helped Yang cook dinner so often that she generally understood what needed to be done without asking, and that was especially true when it came to her favourite food. After a minute of mixing the liquids, she glanced sideways with caution in her eyes.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

Looking to the side, she gave her best friend a smile. "Not entirely." She said honestly. "But if it's what you want to do, then I will just have to accept it."

"And I'm not going to find a bone in my fish?" Blake asked with a grin as Yang finally separated the meat from the skin.

"Would I ever be so cruel?" Yang chuckled and set about removing said bones.

"To me? No." Blake hummed. "But someone was clearly on the receiving end of your frustration lately."

Blake poked the still bruised knuckles and Yang let out a small hiss of pain. While the bruises and cuts weren't too bad and allowed her to use her hand with ease, it still hurt when catching it against something. Thankfully, due to years of boxing and being used to that sort of injury, it was something she could easily shrug off.

"Oh…" She grimaced and rubbed her hand. "Yeah, that."

"So what happened? Someone hitting on Weiss?"

"Nah." Yang shook her head. "Well, not hitting on Weiss. Winter hit her, so I hit her back."

"Wait?" Blake said with a raised eyebrow. "You punched Weiss' sister?"

"She deserved it." Yang replied with a shrug. "Besides, we already talked it out, and I think she likes me better because of it."

"And Weiss is fine with you punching her sister?"

"I doubt it, but she hasn't brought it up, sooo…"

Yang gave another shrug and pulled the final bone free. After cutting the meat into fillets, she washed her hands and pulled a bag of rice from the cupboard and poured it into the pot of boiling water she had already seasoned.

In truth, she was a little curious why Weiss hadn't brought it up. There was no doubt that the girl definitely knew what had happened, and with how much Weiss loved her sister, Yang had expected it to be brought up pretty quickly. But she hadn't. The most she had asked was whether they had made up, and when she had told her they had, she had dropped the subject. She really wasn't sure if the girl was angry about it, or had simply accepted it for what it was and moved on.

"Trust you to bond with someone by punching them."

"What can I say?" Yang grinned as her friend. "I'm good at knocking some sense into people."

A groan left the faunus as she took the bag of rice and continued to stir it into the water.

"I'm so glad I don't have to put up with your puns every day." Blake smiled despite her words.

"What are you talking about?" Yang replied smugly and quickly cut the vegetables. "I go back to work in two days."

"Actually, you don't. We're letting you go."

"Very funny." Yang chuckled, though quickly stopped when she realised Blake was being serious. "What? Why?"

"You're trying to get into a proper restaurant." Blake replied. "This way you can actually focus on that instead of wasting your time at the store."

"Working there isn't a waste of time." Yang countered. "And you guys need the help."

"Actually, we don't." Blake shook her head. "Me, my parents, and Ilia can handle things, and… well I might as well tell you since she probably forgot, but Ruby wanted a place to work for a while after she finishes her volunteering, so we agreed to bring her on; but we can't afford to pay you both so-"

"So you're ditching me for my sister?"

"Exactly." Blake hummed. "Deal of a lifetime."

"Bitch." Yang laughed, gently bumping her friend's shoulder. "What does she wanna work for anyway?"

"Spending money for Beacon apparently." Blake shrugged. "She's really excited."

"When isn't she?" Yang asked. "Me and Weiss actually need-"

"Are you two talking about Beacon?"

Yang turned around at the sound of her sister's voice and saw the younger girl stood in the doorway. Dressed in a hoodie and a loose pair of jogging bottoms, the girl was smiling happily as she held her Scroll up to her ear. The redhead had practically thrown herself down the stairs the day before when Yang had walked through the door, and after a small scolding for doing so, Yang had happily spent an hour hanging out with her before she left to hang out with Ilia.

"Sorry, not you Penny." She said into her Scroll. "One minute, say hi to Yang and Blake."

She held the device out and hit the loudspeaker button, Penny's voice coming through loud and clear.

"Salutation, Yang and Blake."

"Hi, Penny." They both replied.

"So what were you saying about Beacon?" Ruby asked as she sat down at the table.

"I was about to say me and Weiss need to talk to you about Beacon, when you have an afternoon free."

"I'm busy until next week." The girl said with a frown. "Can we do it then?"

"Sure, but it's important, okay. So I need you to promise you'll listen to what Weiss says."

"I promise." Ruby smiled instantly.

Looking to her side, Yang saw Blake giving her a curious look. "I'll tell you later." She whispered.

"Can we have the skin too?" The question came as Blake was about to open her mouth, and they both turned to see Ruby pointing at the fish skin that sat beside the meat.

"Sure." Yang smiled. "Gunna have to wrestle it from Blake though." She added to make it clear to Blake that it wasn't the time for the conversation.

She seemed to get the message, and gave the redhead a smile. "Ruby doesn't have to wrestle me for anything. Only you do."

Ruby stuck out her tongue, and Yang did the same before the girl returned to her phone call. Turning back to the food, Yang gave a sidelong glance at her friend. She knew Blake wasn't exactly going to be happy with the news since the girl loved Ruby just as much as she did. It was definitely not a conversation Yang was eager to have with either of them.

"Weiss is the girl your sister is dat-"

The words were cut off, and Yang immediately turned to look at her sister who was looking a little guilty.

"Sorry." She mumbled, lifting the phone to her ear.

"It's fine." Yang sighed, choosing not to scold the girl for telling another friend. At least it was Penny, who would likely believe it to be some random Weiss and not her dad's boss. "We're telling her dad tomorrow anyway, so it's whatever."

"You are?" Blake asked.

"Yeah. Stupid press have pretty much figured it out, so we have to tell him tomorrow before he reads about it."

"Ahh." Blake hummed. "That sucks. Are you nervous?"

"Not really." Yang shrugged truthfully. "I know I should be given everything he will likely do to push us apart, but I'm just excited about being able to kiss her in public. No more hiding in the shadows, no more pretending she is just a customer. I can finally just be with her whenever I want."

"I'm betting that will be a huge relief." Blake smiled back. "You're not worried about her dad though?"

"I didn't say that." Yang replied. "I'd be stupid not to be scared. But it doesn't change anything. Whatever he does, it won't stop us being together."

"I've known you long enough to know how true that is." Blake remarked. "Just be careful, okay. People are scared of him for a reason."

"I know." Yang nodded and handed the girl some plates. "Tonight though, I just wanna put what is going to happen to the side and enjoy a night with my sister and my best friend."

"Got it." Blake replied and took the plates, Yang taking over the food. "We'll talk more when she goes to bed though, right?

Yang gave a nod to the hushed question and watched her friend move to set the table. There were definitely some more things to discuss later that night, but Yang knew it would change nothing. She was just happy to have her best friend back. So picking up one of the salmon fillets, she gently dropped it onto a heated pan, hearing a hungry moan from her friend as the meat sizzled and filled the kitchen with its delicious smell.


A/N

Hello everyone. So just a very reflective chapter today. I wanted to finally start showing Weiss questioning her future, and the uncertainty that events in the story have brought to what she'd previously been settled on. As for Yang, I mainly just wanted to patch up that part of her story. I wanted then to move past it with relative ease now that they have calmed down, but still acknowledge that they disagree on it still, but I'm worried it might feel a little anticlimactic though :/ So let me know how that felt.

Anyway, that's it from me today. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I will see ya'll in two weeks :)

Chapter 74 - And So It Begins will be up on the 10th of December

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