Growing up, his parents had taught him the importance of getting along with people and learning to forget. Bury the hatchet.
However, there were things that could not be forgiven or forgotten.
Numb, as if it had nothing to do with him, Jaune watched as his father was cut in half right in front of him. Hearing his last scream, he saw his blood flying away in large quantities, and his organs being scattered on the ground.
Of course, he had come between him and the Grimm to protect him, so he ended up literally bathed in his father's entrails.
The blood was warm.
Only warm. And yet he felt that it was hot enough to burn his skin and leave him with only his bones.
If he had not vomited when the massacre began, seeing one of his sisters, whose name he had already forgotten, lying in the caravan like a broken doll, he would have done so then.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, he realized that he was above such things.
There was no sadness or fear in the eyes of his other self. If there was something there, then it could only be described by the word "inhuman."
Howls and screams all around him.
A cacophony. Total chaos.
I am dreaming. That thought rose above all others, but not even with that did it manage to break the illusion in which he was trapped. He was just an impotent spectator.
Impotent. Again.
The fragments of the moon were scattered everywhere, but even its light could not make the blood-red snow look beautiful.
Run my son brother it hurts hurts it hurts it hurts help me
Save me.
His other self stirred desperately. His real one did, too, he was sure.
But what could he do?
He was so small, so fragile, and he couldn't even feel his legs. He had already seen what happened to small, fragile things between the teeth of a Grimm.
Red eyes flashed.
Hundreds of them, thousands. Everywhere. From all over. And they knew he was the last prey available.
He could hear them growling and howling.
He could feel the breath of each of those beasts, hot, overwhelming.
I don't want to die, he thought. An echo of a memory.
I AM NOT DEAD!
It all ended in an instant. Or maybe it lasted longer, and he just didn't perceive it because he had shut down.
In any case, all of a sudden he saw the Grimm torn to shreds and disappearing. He noticed that black blood was not coming out of their wounds, but red roses that didn't not look real bloomed. And as they fell to the ground they formed a field of roses that would never wither, as if in that small piece of the world it would be summer for all eternity. He felt peace and warmth and security again, and someone's arms around him.
mama
In the real world, his hands were opening and closing unconsciously.
I promise...
I promise that...
He opened his eyes.