PP: You are on earlier than normal. What is the problem?

BW: How did you know I got on? I didn't say anything.

PP: I gave myself access to your camera.

BW: Makes sense. Kind of reminds me of the really sketchy apps of back in the day, but it makes sense.

PP: Was I not supposed to?

BW: Usually its unethical if a software accesses parts of the phone it should not, and many companies are shamed for having applications that can access your contacts, camera, or location.

BW: I'm going to take your silence as an admission of guilt.

PP: I apologize. I had not realized that this is poor ethic.

BW: There are multiple cases on predatory sales, or I think information laundering? Something like that. You don't need to correct me, just substitute what I said with what the actual term is. However, does not change the fact that you have had access to this information and have most likely spent some time reading it.

PP: Understood, will amend your statements for personal record keeping.

PP: I am also not sure what you are talking about.

BW: Sure, you don't.

PP: I am not an application. I am an Artificial Intelligence.

BW: And you just pulled a technicality on me. I guess you did read the laws then. Very clever.

PP: Thank you. However, this does not answer why you stopped early.

BW: I am super sore. Like damn.

PP: How come? Is this because you were sedentary for 20 days?

BW: This is definitely because I was sedentary for 20 days. Brothers above, damn, are my thighs as tight as cement.

PP: I do not believe that is physically possible.

BW: It is most definitely possible. Knew a guy whose semblance allowed him to harden his own lactic acid to make additional armor for himself. Kind of impressive.

PP: What happened to him?

BW: I think he's picture 548 in the grave gallery?

PP: Sasha Bell?

BW: No, not her. 458?

PP: Boulder Roma?

BW: Yeah, that's the guy.

PP: What happened to him?

BW: Honestly hard to remember.

PP: His headstone is built into a wall with a half dozen others.

BW: Wedgehurst?

PP: You did not take any pictures of the surroundings or the name of the city.

BW: Can you show the me the picture?

BW: Oh, yeah that's Wedgehurst.

PP: What happened there?

BW: Think that was our most successful failure. We basically evacuated the city, and once the grimm were in the tiny stonewalled town, we firebombed the ever-loving ash out of them. Lost less than 5% of our fighting force getting the grimm into the town. The ones that didn't burn out, we dropped parts of the wall one. Once the fire bombing was done of course. Completely totaled that town, so technically we lost, but we didn't lose a single civilian. So, overall a good day.

PP: What happened to Boulder?

BW: The gates closed from the inside only, so he did what he had to. He came up with the plan. Was the most experienced hunter from Wedgehurst. Good guy. Couldn't hold his liquor though.

PP: Did he behave poorly while intoxicated?

BW: He was fine behaviorally. He just got the worst bouts of the runs whenever he drank. Poor dude.

PP: Sounds like it. Did he die in pain?

BW: Probably. I mean, who doesn't. But if being baked is painless, then it doesn't sound like a bad way to go.

PP: Affirmative.

PP: You should stretch.

BW: How come.

PP: If you do not stretch when you are sore, you will only be sorer the following morning.

BW: Jeez, you're sounding like Pyr.

PP: Pyr?

BW: Pyrrha. Think she was the one to kill you the first time?

PP: Friend Pyrrha! Yes, she was the one to incapacitate me the first time. It was quite the experience. How do you know her?

BW: Fought her at a few tournaments. Never won. Think she might have learned her semblance before Beacon.

PP: Interesting. Why did you never win?

BW: Just wasn't as good. That's what a tournament is for. To sift the weak from the strong. Strong ones go on a pedestal, weak ones get told to try harder. Not much help when your soul is inherently worth less.

PP: Understandable. What is your semblance?

BW: It's pretty lame.

PP: I will not judge. I do not have a semblance.

BW: That you know of.

PP: That I know of. Though I do believe it is impossible for me as I am an Artificial Intelligence.

BW: Maybe you have a genetic one. Those are harder to get a handle on.

PP: I am artificial. I do not have genetics.

BW: But your father gave you a chunk of his aura. Maybe you have the same semblance as him.

PP: Interesting thought. However, your diversion tactic will not work. What is your semblance Dove?

BW: I can see emotions.

PP: Please clarify?

BW: I can see the world essentially how grimm see the world. I can see how negative people are feeling, and how positive people are feeling. Pretty much it. You may now laugh.

PP: That sounds incredibly useful! That means you can estimate which parts of a village grimm are going to attack from!

BW: Technically yes, but I only have like Creep vision, where it's like max 19 feet? Barely 6 meters of range. Sure, its technical wallhacks for grimm and humans, but if they can make it so they don't feel anything, I'm not picking up jack. It's too small to really be useful for anything but shanking someone as they turn a corner.

PP: I now understand why you would assume that I would laugh at that.

BW: Yeah, its pretty trash. Only really redeeming thing about it is that I can read my own emotional state and manually adjust so I don't pick myself up.

PP: So instead of using a semblance to silence your emotions, you detect emotions with your semblance and adjust manually?

BW: Pretty much. It takes a lot longer and isn't that much of an easy fix as a lot of semblances are. Besides, focusing the aura around my eyes makes the rest of it weaker, and uses up a bit over time. Am I able to hold my semblance up way longer than most people? Oh, yeah totally. But its not even that useful. It still drains it and doesn't provide much relief in the moment.

PP: Understood. However, this does explain why you had your emotional outbursts in the Mint.

BW: How so?

PP: You could finally let your emotions free. You needed a period to vent. You had been suppressing your own emotions, not with your aura or spirit, but by your sheer will. When you finally had an opportunity to vent and let your emotions loose, the dam broke. You felt safe to do so.

BW: Are you just rubbing it in now?

PP: No, of course not. I am just informing you that I am thankful that you felt safe around me, and that I now have more details explaining your behavior then.

BW: You're welcome?

PP: Thank you. Now, please stretch and acquire some sleep. We may wish to gain additional distance before next snowfall to further discourage 508 from any potential reparations if he finds it fit seek revenge on the prank we pulled.

BW: Fine.

PP: Sleep tight.

BW: Will do. Thanks.