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Chapter 67

Ruby was sure they hadn't done anything to warrant their full team being dragged up to the headmaster's office late in the evening. Yang hadn't started any fights; Weiss hadn't frozen the lockers solid and Blake hadn't gone after the White Fang for weeks now! Sure, the White Fang was no longer a thing anyway, but still, that was progress! Okay, they'd been gossiping about whether Jaune and Mis Goodwitch really had broken up, but it wasn't like he could hear them from their room, right?

Right!?

Please…?

As the doors to the headmaster's new battleship-based office opened, Ruby's face was drenched with sweat. If he had heard, he might have heard her and Yang's silly commentary – which was unfair but in a weird mood and they hadn't meant it seriously. Anyone breaking up with anyone was a bad thing and she felt horrible for them and it wasn't like she'd been part of the reason. Jaune didn't even know she liked him! Well, Blake snorted whenever she said that, but he didn't. She was subtle; she was all the subtle! Headmaster Arc sat behind his desk. On seeing them his eyes narrowed and he stood.

"We didn't mean it!" Ruby blurted out.

"Mean what…?"

Ruby flinched, suddenly the centre of attention as Yang sent her a `shut up now` look while Blake and Weiss were ignoring her entirely, acting like they weren't even on the same team. "Uh. Ah. What were we being called for again…?"

"Not because you're in trouble." His eyes narrowed. "Though with that reaction I'm starting to wonder if you should be."

"Eheh. It's nothing…?"

"Hmmm." Jaune eyed her dangerously but Ruby held her ground. Eventually, he gave up. "Fine. Though if I find out from someone else, I might be less inclined to go easy on you…" He waited, but they'd heard that line from every teacher ever and knew silence was the best answer. "Alright. You're not in trouble, but this is still a very serious matter. Take some seats."

Team RWBY arranged themselves as best they could. The office wasn't as cosy as his last one. Ruby missed the rustic charm of the old psychiatrist's office with its comfortable chairs and warm atmosphere. The cold Atlesian hull in various shades of gunmetal grey didn't have the same welcoming feel. Even so, they managed to find chairs to sit on and Ruby slouched into Yang's side, leaning on her sister for warmth in an otherwise cold and drafty metal box.

"So," Yang said, "What's the rub? We've heard about the impending attack."

"Though not how it was fought off," Weiss added hopefully. They all leaned in to hear if he'd tell them what really happened.

"Is that so? I thought Peter explained it well enough." Boo! Hiss! Ruby pouted at the man. "That's not what this is about. The attack isn't something you and your team need to worry about at all. At least not in the conventional sense." He took a deep breath, like he was readying himself for something. "You're not going to be there."

Ruby's complaints were drowned out by Yang and Weiss' much louder ones. She waved her hand to be heard, but Yang was already on her feet. Shouting, arguments, raging – her sister wouldn't have it, and neither would she! Jaune sat through it all, eyes closed like he wasn't listening. Silly, that just made Yang talk louder.

"Team RWBY…"

"We have a right!" Yang shouted. "Vale is our home as much as yours!"

"-biggest battle of our lives! Remnant won't be safe if we run for safety!" Weiss argued.

"Team RWBY!" Jaune tried, louder.

"-think we'll just be kept safe you can think again. Wherever you send us, we'll come back and fight. Everyone will. We fought in Atlas. We can fight here!"

"TEAM RWBY!" Jaune barked. Yang flinched and he took advantage, rising up to shout, "You will be fighting. You will be involved. It just won't be here. Please let me finish before going on the warpath."

"R-Right." Yang sat down awkwardly. "Sorry."

"Your job will be just as important as fighting on the front lines, if not more so. You are about to be inducted into something few other teams have been. Before we start, I must have your promises that nothing I say will be said beyond this room. And I mean it! This is a matter of life or death – not only of our own, but all of Vale, if not all of Remnant's life."

The girls shared nervous glances. Ruby spoke for them all. "We'll not tell."

"I hope for all our sakes you won't. This isn't a joke. It's not a game." The headmaster settled down again, though he didn't look any less tense. "What you're about to hear may seem unbelievable – even fantastical – but I have to impress on you that it is the truth. The absolute truth. It's not for the faint hearted, so please listen all the way through before asking questions…"

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Team RWBY were in a daze. Blake was among them. The revelations – could they even be called that? – had shaken them. In a way it was good to know someone was behind the Grimm; it made it all seem less impersonal. The Grimm weren't just wild creatures killing for no reason, but a motivated force given orders. She wasn't sure why that was better, but it was.

It also raised exciting possibilities no one had ever dared dream of. Namely, what would happen if they beat this person? The headmaster had made it clear they couldn't – something about the same power involved in the Relics that kept her alive. He'd hesitated to use the word magic, she noticed, and she was just as hesitant to use it. The concept sounded so unscientific, and yet they'd all seen Cinder throwing around powers she didn't have. They'd been there with Pyrrha when she learned to use some herself, and Yang had seen the Relic of Knowledge activate and Jinn, their new therapist, come out of it.

As impossible as it all sounded, things did add up. The headmaster was keeping some of the specifics from them, but for once Blake was glad for the fact. This was confusing enough with the cliff notes. The whole story would have been too much.

"All you really need to know is that this person has a base of operations and that she'll be leaving it unguarded when she attacks Vale. Your job is to get in there with Cinder, find the Relic of Destruction, get it out and – if possible – blow the place up on the way out. Even if that won't stop her, being down her home will put her back years, maybe even decades."

That's the best way to stop someone who can't be killed, isn't it? Blake thought. You take away their toys and tools and force them to start from nothing again. It wasn't so much dealing with the issue as pushing it back a generation or two, but if it was all you had, it was the best you could get.

"Well…" Yang laughed awkwardly. "I guess it's not out of the action at all, is it?"

"No," Weiss agreed. "It's into the viper's nest. We're going to the Grimmlands…"

"I wouldn't allow this if I had any other option," the headmaster said. "Cinder has to go because she's familiar with the area, and I'd love to send Qrow but for his Semblance. Official huntsman teams can't be trusted because Salem might be able to turn them to her side. It must be a trusted team, and a versatile one. Brute strength isn't going to matter as much as being able to handle any weird problems that come your way. Most of the Grimm will be attacking Vale." He tipped his head toward them. "I hope you can see how important this is."

"The Grimm have a WMD," Yang summarised neatly. "That's a problem."

"That's… actually an accurate way of putting it. I need you to be the team that goes in and gets it out."

"Why us?" Ruby asked quietly.

"A number of reasons. Trust is a big one, but there's also your Semblances – Blake's clones, Weiss' glyphs and your speed will make for the best scouting team. You might not be as physically strong as Team RVNN with Pyrrha, but that's a niche Cinder can fit. There's another reason, though. This one is related to you, Yang."

Yang looked up. "Me…?"

"Yes. Or more specifically, your mother…"

"Oh." Her face darkened. "You want the portals she can open to me."

"Ideally." Jaune didn't try and hide it. That was probably the best way to deal with the issue. Yang wasn't dumb and would react worse if he tried to beat around the bush. "I know you don't get on with her and I happen to be on your side regarding that. She sounds like a bitch." His casual insult earned a tiny smile. "And I wouldn't normally want anything to deal with her, but if her portals can get you and your team out safely…?"

"It's worth the pain. I get it. And I'll deal with it," she promised. "I can put up with her if it means me and my team getting out of the Grimmlands without weeks of travel through hordes of monsters."

It was a good idea, Blake personally thought. Their team was well suited for the job in terms of their skillset, but the biggest advantage really was that Yang could become an immediate portal back to wherever Raven was. If they could get the Relic back to Beacon seconds after they found it then not only would this Salem creature have no time to react, but they could surprise and use it on her and her horde of Grimm.

That it would get them out safe and sound was just an added benefit. Infiltrating the Grimmlands was never going to be the hardest part. Getting out once the Grimm were riled up was where it got tricky, and it'd be all for naught if Salem caught them and took the Relic back. It has to be us. We're the only team who can do that. Even professional huntsmen wouldn't have as easy a way out as we do. The only other person better qualified would be Raven herself, but Yang had told them enough about her to know that'd never happen.

"When do we leave?" Ruby asked.

"Not until the Grimm are sighted approaching again." His words brought a wave of relief, Blake among them. The mission was important and dangerous, but she'd been afraid he'd say today or within days. "You'll have at least a week or two, maybe even a month. It might not even happen. We need to see if Salem comes back at all. There's a chance she might avoid us entirely."

"How big a chance?" Weiss asked.

"Small, admittedly. Exceedingly small. But even if she wanted to do so instantly, it'd take her weeks of travel. You have time to prepare."

"Cool." Yang grinned and released a relieved sigh. "Yikes. I think we need to up our training. Can we talk to Dad about this?"

"Your father and Uncle Qrow know the truth, so yes. Blake, your parents know as well – they found out through working alongside Jinn and I. Weiss, though, I can't say the same…"

"It's fine," Weiss said. "It's not something I'd want to talk to my mother about anyway. Honestly, I'd rather talk with my team about it."

"Alright. You can talk to Team RVNN as well if you like; just make sure they keep this quiet. No one else," he instructed. "If you want a teacher's advice, come to me, Glynda or Qrow if you want more personal advice. You can all have tomorrow off if you like. Glynda knows to exclude you from lessons if you want to contact your families and talk about it with them."

"We'll do this." Ruby said it but looked to them all for confirmation. Blake nodded. There really was no not doing it, and the risk wasn't that much greater or worse than fighting in Vale. Yang and Weiss evidently agreed. "Team RWBY accepts the mission, sir."

"Thank you. You're all dismissed for the night. Except for you, Blake," he added, making them all freeze. "I know I've been lax on your detentions but there's some serious paperwork around the security constructions on the walls. I need my signature on, like, a hundred forms. If you're so good at forging it that you tricked your way into the Schnee charity dinner, you can forge it here to save me time."

Yang and Ruby sniggered. Blake rolled her eyes but sat down again as they left. Her detentions were a common enough thing that they no longer made a ruckus when she went to his office – which she had a suspicion was his plan tonight. There was no paperwork on his desk. If the others hadn't been so stunned from what they'd learned, they might have noticed that.

"I need to tell you something extra," he said seriously. Knew it, she thought, leaning in. He spoke lowly but confidently. "I've no doubts Team RWBY will do their best and I've no doubts you'll all succeed. What I do doubt is Cinder." He wasn't the only one there. Her head bobbed up and down. "I want you to keep an eye on her. I know the others would, but they're not as subtle as you."

Blake's lips curved upward. "I'd be keeping an eye on her anyway."

"I figured. As your therapist, I should tell you off about paranoia but in this case it's warranted. Cinder can't go back to Salem after betraying her as badly as she has, but there's nothing to say she can't make herself as powerful as her. The Relic would be one way to do that. Even if she doesn't know how to use it, it gives her bargaining power. We need this to play out correctly, so we can't waste time dealing with her games."

"How dangerous is the Relic?"

"Even I don't know that. I'd tell you if I did. Best to assume it's bad enough that you can't beat her if she has it – so don't try." He leaned in. "I have a different plan for if that happens. One that I need someone to act out."

"And that someone is me?"

"Quite frankly, you're the only one who can do it." Her eyes widened. "It's a tough sell – I don't think it would work on anyone else. Cinder, though. Well, she has ideas. Some right, most wrong. What she does know that is right, however, is that I've been working alone with you in my office for a year now. It wouldn't surprise me if she thinks you're my spy in Team RWBY or that I'm grooming you."

"Aren't you?" she asked sarcastically. "I'm practically being groomed into a pencil-pushing secretary."

Jaune grinned. "That's the long-term plan, future deputy headmistress." The title had her shivering. No thanks! She'd seen the kind of work the teachers had to do, and she wanted none of it. "But there's no reason we can't play into Cinder's assumptions."

"Let her think she has the right of it so she lets her guard down…?"

"Exactly. Here's the plan…"

In reality, it was the first time they'd spent her detention scheming together for world domination, though by the end of it, Cinder would have been certain it was something that happened every single night. Blake left with wide eyes, a mounting headache, and a small pile of sealed envelopes.

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In retrospect to dealing with Team RWBY, Cinder was both easier and much more difficult. There wasn't the need for the same explanations and revelations and that made it much simpler to explain the mission. Cinder intuitively knew why she was valuable, why Team RWBY were her best bet and how Raven might help them. The second he explained the situation and the opportunity, she knew what he wanted of her.

The problem was what came after.

"And what then?" she asked. "When I have the Relic of Destruction and all the power contained within it, what would you have me do? Come back and return it to Ozpin? Let it be hidden away in some vault to never see the light of day again in our lifetime?"

Ideally, yes. That would be a fine outcome.

It wasn't one Cinder would accept, however. Power wanted to be used – or so she might say as some means to excuse her lack of self-control. Even now she faced him in her room with an almost challenging smile on her face.

To her, he was a genius. A mastermind. He wasn't – he was clever at times, he would humbly admit, but a genius was someone who could see everything. At least that was what he saw as a genius. With enough help and people offering advice, be that Roman, Glynda and Ozpin, he could make all his plans, but that didn't make him a genius. It just made him smart enough to know the best way to figure things out was to ask those who knew more than him. As his mother would have said, it made him smart. Common sense was a genius of its own. Something many people lacked.

Here, however, he had to be the genius. He had to be someone capable of predicting what Cinder would do even if, here and now, he had no idea. The situation was much more complicated than it might have looked.

For instance, if he said he expected her to bring it back and she decided not to, he'd break the image she had of him. Realising he was fallible, she might then decide to take the Relic for her own purposes and run. On the other hand, if he said he fully expected her to betray him and take it – hoping to predict and prevent it – and she hadn't planned that then she might think it was what he wanted and go do it anyway, ruining his plans.

Ideally, he'd guess the exact right thing, awe her, and then she'd be scared stiff of going against him for fear of his "cunning plans" to punish her. He'd gotten away with that thus far by never giving any specific details and letting her fill in the blanks, but now she was asking for specifics. For once, Cinder wanted to hear his plan rather than be content to watch it unfold. And as always, there really was no grand scheme.

"I trust you," he said.

"You trust me?" Cockily, she swept away, splashing her raven hair across his face. "That's a rather bold claim, Jaune. There are some who would call you foolish for trusting someone who once had your death in mind, especially trusting her with a power like the Relic." Pouring herself a drink, she offered him a glass. "Wine?"

"You misunderstand." He stepped up, took the glass, brought it to his lips and sipped slowly, maintaining eye contact the whole time. While he wasn't one to subscribe to the idea that all women were predators, Cinder most assuredly was.

"Do I?" she teased, clinking their glasses together. "What is trust to you, Jaune? To me, it's a measure used by lesser people to indicate how confidently they believe they've manipulated someone into doing what they want. You trust the babysitter with your child not because you know every aspect of their life and personality, but because you've paid them, asked the neighbour to keep an eye out, and because they might be arrested and charged with negligence should anything go wrong. You trust your partner to stay loyal to you because you've created an emotional dependence that they know they can't get anywhere else."

"Cynical. Fitting for you. Should I call you Cynical Cinder now?"

Chuckling, she stepped into his personal space. He couldn't move back. To do so would be to show he hadn't expected it, and that would torpedo her mental image of him just as badly as admitting his lack of knowledge would. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and took another sip, subtly telling her he was in no way surprised.

It was harder to do when she took the empty glass from him, set it aside and wrapped her arms over his shoulders. Her hands linked behind his head, the insides of her elbows against his neck. Cinder's face was close enough that he could smell the fruity punch of wine on her breath.

"I'd prefer to call myself a realist. What do you see as trust, then? Indulge me."

Emotional bonds. Attachment. Respect. All the things she would never accept – and to be honest, he didn't only see trust that way. If he did, then he'd have never been able to trust Cinder, never been able to trust Ironwood or even Roman and Neo at first. Trust just wasn't that simple, was it? Or rather, it wasn't one thing.

While you could trust someone based on knowing them and fully believing their kindness and loyalty would reward you, you could also – as Cinder said – trust the average plumber who came around to look at your pipes. You might not trust him or her as much as you did a friend, but you still trusted them to a degree, and without knowing anything about them. There were two types of trust no matter how you looked at it. Roman had once spoken of the kind he preferred, and it was that he gave her.

"Trust is knowing what a person will do. It's predicting their actions and trusting they'll do as expected."

Cinder's single eye lit up. It wasn't with maiden power, but he could see a glimpse of it there. Her arms tightened on his neck, face drawing closer, so close that her lips brushed against his. "That's just like you," she murmured. "Trusting not the other person but your own expectations of them. That's more trust in yourself than them; trust in your ability to manipulate and move the pieces as you see fit." Her body melted into his. "Wouldn't that mean you would have to know how each and every person would react in any given situation?"

The way she was putting it, yes, though Roman had only meant it in the idea that you could trust people to do what was best for themselves. You could trust Ruby, for instance, if you gave her money to buy cookies – because she loved cookies. You could trust Blake if you asked her to investigate the White Fang. You couldn't trust either to never eat cookies again or never engage in vigilante action, because that went against their goals.

But to Cinder, he only said, "Yes."

The answer appeared to satisfy her. "And do you believe yourself capable of predicting the actions of each and every person?"

"I don't have to." Her surprise lasted only until he added, "I just focus on the important people."

"Hmmm. And do I count as one of those people?"

"Of course."

"Then you've predicted what I'm about to do now, haven't you?"

Something he wouldn't enjoy.

Her lips proved him right a second later. Cinder pushed into him aggressively, forcing her tongue into his mouth and her hands up and around his shoulders. Her eye closed – which was convenient because it stopped her seeing his immediate reaction. Jaune's own hands slid to her waist but didn't wrap around her. The kiss lasted exactly fifteen seconds. He knew because he counted every one of them.

When she drew back, he'd managed to force a mask of complete neutrality onto his face. Smirking coyly, she dragged a finger down his cheek, tilting her head in what admittedly did make her appear strikingly beautiful. Had it been any other person wearing Cinder's face, he might have leaned in for another.

It wasn't, though. It was Cinder Fall.

"Ever the mastermind," she complimented. "That's what draws me to you – though I suppose there's not much point telling you what you already know. Tell me then. What is it you trust me to do when confronted with the Relic of Power?"

He had no idea. It would be something selfish, that much he was sure of, but the specifics eluded him. Luckily, that didn't matter. Stepping forward and pulling her into his chest, he watched her face light up as their noses touched.

"I trust you to know what I want when the time comes."

"Is that it?" she teased. "Such a cop-out of an answer."

"I like to think it's better than that. We don't need words to communicate, Cinder. If anyone knows my thoughts and my schemes, it's you." He watched the satisfaction spread over her face. "There's a reason that Cinder Fall was my greatest nemesis." Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, "And the reason why I'm granting her this opportunity. You know what to do, Cinder. All I ask is that you bring that team back safely. They are of use to us both."

"Us…"

He was sure she'd meant to think it, but the word slipped forth. Her eye closed and she shuddered, laying a hand on his chest, and reaching up for one final kiss. Mercifully, it was shorter than the first. Only six and a half seconds.

"Yes," she breathed into his lips. "Yes, I know what to do. I know exactly what to do."

"Then I should leave you to it," he said, stepping back. He noted her displeasure and jumped in to stamp the suggestion he knew would come down. "In the meantime, I think it's best we not give anything away. There is a lot of media attention on me and the students are busy gossiping. Peter and Tsune are no better in that regard. We wouldn't want to play our hand early."

Cinder sighed. "I suppose you're right there. Hm. Very well. The wait shall only make it all the more glorious, no?" Chuckling, she turned away, running a hand down her flank and over the curve of her behind. "I'll speak with you soon then, Jaune. I hope you have pleasant dreams tonight."

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Jaune slammed into his office, door crashing off the back wall. Neo looked up from the sofa, bowl of ice-cream in hand and a book he could have sworn was a supporting part of Blake's unsafe bunkbed open in her lap. She looked up, startled by the sudden intrusion. Jaune stood with knees bent, panting like he'd run a marathon. Given the distance between his office and his room, he might as well have.

"I made out with Cinder!" he gasped loudly. "Twice!"

Neo was off the sofa in an instant, landing on all fours and scrabbling toward the bathroom. She hit it shoulder first, barged through, swept an arm high and flung a single object back all in one motion and before hitting the tiles and sliding into the shower head first. Jaune dove to catch it, landing in a combat roll, pushing up onto one knee and ripping the lid off with a mighty roar. His head tilted back and mouth open.

Spearmint mouthwash flooded his mouth until it overflowed over his lips, down his chain and all over his shirt. He kept pouring regardless, forcing a full litre of mouthwash down his face, neck, and chest. Bubbles ripped up and through as he loudly gargled, down on both knees, head tilted back toward the sky like he was in deep prayer – prayer to the mouthwash gods.

A plastic bowl was set down before him and he wretched forward into it, spilling out minty goodness with – he hoped – little bits of Cindery evilness trapped within. Neo hovered behind him like she was afraid he might die of poisoning, stroking his hair and cuddling his head beneath her breasts. Her hands soothed his red face, lips moving as she quite literally whispered sweet nothings. He heard them even if they weren't said.

There. There. I'm here. The nasty skank can't reach you now.

"It was horrible," he gasped. "The tongue wasn't the worst part. I've been kissed by her before. It was… I…" He closed his eyes as he relived the nightmare. "The look in her eyes, Neo. I think she was genuine. I think she actually loves me!"

Neo pushed off him. The fridge door opened, and she came back with a tub of ice-cream.

"Ice-cream alone can't end this nightmare! I didn't even think she had feelings, let alone that she might want to act on them. I need bleach. I need to forget this ever happened."

A bottle of whiskey was produced alongside it.

"Okay, that might work."

Uncorking the bottle, Neo took a swig to fill her mouth, gripped his hair and quickly smashed her lips against his. The fiery tang of whiskey mixed with strawberry and vanilla from her ice-cream before flooded his senses. Honestly, it could have been Peter and he'd have probably leaned into it, at least to overpower the Cinder. Neo drew back and he swallowed, a little dizzy but relieved to note the aftertaste on his lips was whiskey and Neo, not Cinder.

Her eyebrows were raised, the bottle held nearby in case he needed more.

"It helped."

She raised the bottle in question.

"Yeah, maybe we should try it again just to be sure."

Neo nodded, sat in his lap, and hooked her feet behind his waist. He kept his hands around her waist to keep her in place as she opened the ice-cream tub, dug a spoon in and ate a big dollop of strawberry goodness, then chased it down with a swig of whiskey. Swallowing both, she took another mouthful into her own and gave it to him.

Cinder's taste was washed away in an alcoholic ocean of strawberry goodness.

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What Qrow made of the two of them passed out in a puddle of booze and melted ice-cream when he found them the next morning went unknown. The huntsman took one look at them, rolled his eyes, and then looked up toward the heavens.

"General Ironwood is here to see you."

"Wha?" Jaune moaned.

"Winter, too. You know, to handle the whole pending invasion thing? Super serious Grimm attack by extremely dangerous psychopath?"

"Ugh." Jaune cracked an eye open. Neo was asleep on his chest, though thankfully still clothed. Their outfits stank. Had they fallen asleep in a puddle of ice-cream goo and whiskey? Nope. Just him. Neo had used him as both bed and life raft. He was fairly sure his clothing was stuck to the floor with him still in it all. "C-Can it wait?" he whined. "I'm sensitive right now."

"Hungover, you mean."

"Cinder kissed me."

"You'll live."

"I think she confessed to me…"

"What!?" Qrow opened and closed his mouth for a few seconds. "She – Her!? Okay, wow. You know what, that kinda does explain it. Wouldn't be the first time I've chosen to wipe away a bad experience with a bottle and that sounds harrowing."

"Tell Ironwood I'm busy?" Jaune asked hopefully.

"I am right here, Arc," General Ironwood said from the doorway. He stood with arms crossed, Winter Schnee beside him, and an entirely unimpressed scowl on his face. "Quite the welcome I'm receiving as well. Ozpin would have never been so unprofessional."

Unprofessional? Jaune's mind wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders and he struggled to explain why the General felt that way. His head rose as he looked down Neo's sleeping body, over the melted ice-cream and to the bottle on the floor. Oh, duh! Of course. "Sorry," he slurred. "Not polite of me."

Picking up the mostly empty bottle, he held it out proudly.

"Can I offer youzz a drink?"

Qrow wouldn't stop laughing.

Obviously, no, having someone you don't like force themselves on you is not a funny thing, but it is a thing this Cinder might do because she is a manipulative bitch and thinks Jaune is as well, so in her mind the two of them coming together is just oh so natural. And of course, she's arrogant enough to believe there is no possible way he might not return her feelings.

It's also meant as a mirror of how Jaune has changed over the story. There was a kiss scene with her before that was still pushed on him, but which he guiltily enjoyed because he thought Cinder was hot and dominating and genuinely very sexy. That was before he really learned how depraved she could be, however.

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