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Chapter 14


Night had fallen when Adam called a stop to their ferocious march. The White Fang were close to passing out and struggled to put the tents up, yet none doubted the necessity of the pace he'd set. There were many miles between the Chivalric Arms facility and them now, enough that they could no longer see the huge plumes of smoke that had started billowing behind them.

Jaune struggled to get his tent up in the low light. Luckily, a generous faunus helped, using his night vision to handle the fiddly bits while Jaune did the heavy lifting. "Thanks," he said once it was up. "Seriously, thank you."

"No problem, man." The faunus slapped his shoulder. "We're all in this together."

How long had they been together now? One week? Two? It didn't feel long enough to build that kind of camaraderie. He'd fought with them, though, and they'd fought with him. He trusted Adam with his sisters, Blake too and even Fitch, the medic. In turn, they trusted him. Common enemies. Or maybe it was just the bonds forged through blood. Was this what huntsman teams were like? Dad had-

Jaune closed his eyes. Sighed. Let it go.

Adam was busy helping set the perimeter and wouldn't appreciate being disturbed when the whole group was so exhausted. He had no idea where Blake was. Probably resting for second shift. Jaune picked his way to the medical tent instead, rapping his fist once on the wooden post driven into the ground outside that served as nothing more than a way to announce your presence, or a need for first aid. Pulling the flap back and entering, Fitch spared him a quick look before turning back to his sisters.

"They're still out," he reported. "They were likely anesthetised in response to your attack on the facility, so they should be out for a while. They're health- alive," he decided. "Not much healthy about this. I've not had the time to check with how we've been marching but I'd be willing to bet malnutrition and several deficiencies based on colouration and weight alone. Chief among those being Vitamin D."

"Which is that?"

"Sunlight. Well, and lack of foods like seafood, but I don't think it's hard to figure out which it is in this case. Luckily, it's all stuff that can be fixed in Menagerie. We don't have much in Menagerie, but sunlight and fish is in abundance."

Jaune smiled and came over, Fitch making room for him to stand between Hazel and Jade's beds. "That's good. Thanks for looking after them."

"It's my job. And I have a sister," he added. Nothing more had to be said there. "All in all, that's four of them you've rescued now. Two remaining, isn't it?"

"Three remaining. There's my mom and two sisters – Amber and Sable. And Saphron is already in Atlas. Safe, if I can believe the news." He wasn't willing to after the shit it had spouted recently. For all he knew, she could be kept a prisoner and a mouthpiece, dragged out on threats to Terra, Adrian or someone else.

"The Bullheads don't add up," Fitch said.

"Huh?"

"The Bullheads that fled the facility containing your first sister. One stayed in Atlas, one to Vacuo, two to Mistral – that's these two – and three to Vale. That's five Bullheads for three people."

"I know. I just assumed the spares would be fleeing researchers or soldiers." He ran a finger over Hazel's cheek, tender with an elder sister he used to constantly fight and bicker with. "It doesn't matter in the end. If there's even a chance, I'll find them. Three of the five went to Vale. That has to mean the bigger facility is there. If one is still missing after, I'll try Vacuo, then Atlas again."

Fitch shrugged. "Fair enough. We're to Menagerie first, though. You okay with that?"

"Yes. Not happy, but Adam is right that it's the best bet. These Chivalric Arms people will be expecting us to go straight to Vale." So would Atlas, and probably Qrow as well. The huntsman may have alerted them to their pursuers, but he was still a huntsman. "I'll be fine with Menagerie as long as we don't have to stay there too long."

"Not much risk of that. Sienna prefers Adam out in the field. I doubt she'll want to split you up either. No point messing with something that works." That was a relief, since even if he felt he could work with anyone, he'd much prefer doing so with Adam and Blake. "We've the heist first, though."

"Yeah. Dust robbery on a train, right?"

"Something like that. Adam will know more." Fitch stood, sensing his distraction. "I'm going to grab some food. Look after those two for me." Jaune nodded, grateful for the chance to be alone with them. Fitch closed the tent flap behind him as he left, granting them what little privacy could be could.

The girls were quiet. Peaceful. Whether their dreams would be was another matter. He took a hand of theirs each and held it, standing between them wondering what he should do, if anything at all. The closest he'd ever come to having to comfort them before was patting Jade's back after a messy break-up. This was the kind of thing mom or dad would have been better at.

"I'm here," he said, hoping they'd hear it. "And when you wake up, you'll be out of those cages. Lavender and Coral are waiting in Menagerie. You'll get to walk in the sun with them, go fishing and make friends with all the faunus. You'll like it there." He grinned. "Blake tells me it's got the best beaches. Imagine being able to sunbathe and swim every day. It… It'll be great."

It wouldn't be the same. He missed Ansel, their home, the little lake their parents would take them to in the summer months. The arcade, the shops and even the stupid school. None of that would ever be coming back, nor the same, but they could make new lives.

"We'll have to start afresh. New friends, new home and new sights to see. It won't be the same but… but it'll be good. You'll see." He squeezed their hands tighter. "And when everyone is there, we'll have a proper funeral for dad. I promise."

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Winter's guards lowered their weapons. The devastation made it clear they weren't need anymore, the smoke and the sickly smell of dust and bodies on the air. Winter's face scrunched up, but she refrained from gagging, instead breathing through her mouth as she strode off the aircraft and onto the charred grass, Qrow Branwen at her side.

"Fuck me," the huntsman whispered. "They don't mess around."

"No. They do not."

Gone was any hope of catching Jaune and the White Fang in the act. The smoke was still oozing above the site and had guided them here, but it was a faint grey now, more like silvery mist. The fires had burned out a few hours ago at least. The sheer amount of fuel spoke of how long that would have lasted. Like in Atlas, the facility had been detonated. Again, the documentation within would be destroyed, robbing Atlas of the chance of finding evidence, though, from the White Fang's point of view, they must have thought it worth the effort to remove any chance of the Null research being completed.

Jasper removed her helmet and let it fall to the ground. Gasping for air, she held a hand over her mouth and retched. Branwen offered the Lieutenant a sarcastic smile and then looked to Winter, for all the world acting like it was a slight against her.

"Not used to scenes like this?"

"On the contrary, I've seen such death before," she replied. "And the White Fang was involved then as well. My aunt was executed." Winter felt no victory at the sharp breath Qrow drew in, nor the quick and whispered apology. "I'd suggest we scour the facility but I'm sure we won't find anything. More than that, I don't like the risks involved."

"Whole place looks like it could come down on our heads," Qrow agreed. "Maybe if we had more time and engineers from Atlas to fortify it. Not much point, though. They wouldn't have taken the time to do this if they weren't willing to destroy every bit of documentation in the place." He planted a hand over his face. "I can't believe the kid would do this. Maybe he's further gone than I thought."

For once, she couldn't find it in herself to disagree with him.

The facility had been destroyed, the ground ripped up and metal and corridors revealed, albeit covered in debris. Much of the surrounding area had been torn asunder by high explosives, but that wasn't what drew their eye. Outside the facility, by the entrance but drawn out to a clearing, was a large blackened mass still smouldering.

Bodies. They'd dragged the bodies out and burned them.

"This isn't common White Fang procedure," she said. "Even at their worst, they leave the bodies behind. I've found good men buried. Simply, I admit, but even a hole in the ground and a rifle laid on it is better than this." If it had been a funeral pyre, she might have accepted it, but these bodies were piled haphazardly, literally stacked on top of one another and lit up. Bodies burned, but not with the intensity that had been seen here. Fuel had been added. "Why? What's the point?"

"Sending a message?" Sergeant Cardamom offered.

"They're the White Fang. They already have notoriety."

"Not them; the kid. Your tinhead might be onto something. This could be a message to anyone else working with this group of yours. A warning."

Could Jaune Arc do this? Though she wanted to say no, the obvious answer was yes. He'd clearly been the one to target the facility first and with the White Fang at his back, they had the manpower to drag all the bodies out. The motive, too. It was a leap from what she might have expected from a civilian, but how much of a civilian was he really? After being tortured and put through experimentation, what was to say he hadn't snapped entirely?

"We'll have to investigate the bodies," she said, hating the idea even as she said it.

"Uh. That's all you. I'm outside the chain of command."

True. He was under no obligation to follow her orders. "I didn't realise you were so squeamish."

"I'm not- argh. Fine. Let's get this over with." He marched up to the pyre while Winter followed, shaking her head and hiding the tiniest of smiles. Too easy. That smile died a moment later, mostly when she came within range and could no longer ignore the scent of burning fat and crackled skin. She'd never been more thankful for her uniform necessitating gloves than this moment.

The two of them began pulling bodies away, joined by Sergeant Cardamom and eventually Jasper once she got herself under control. No one spoke as they worked, pulling bodies away and laying them out flat side by side on their backs. The deeper they got, the more unrecognisable the bodies became, some burned to the point they no longer looked human. More than once, she had to stop to take several deep breaths. It was the same for the others, with even Qrow having to walk away to suck in some clean air.

An hour. It took them a full hour to arrange the fallen, and that was ignoring the ten or so they'd left behind. It was hard to even guess it was ten. The mass of blackened stumps and ash were too indistinguishable and stuck together in one horrid mess. The second they were finished, the Sergeant and Lieutenant made their excuses of guarding the perimeter and hurried away, no doubt to throw up in the bushes. Winter dearly wished she could join them.

"I've walked through villages killed by Grimm, whole populations slaughtered, and it was somehow less dire than this." Qrow poured booze out onto his hands, scrubbing himself raw. He wasn't the only one who'd seen villages like that and to be fair, memory altered things. Winter was sure the villages were in fact far worse, but it was hard to remember that when you were faced with this now, the scent of death in your nostrils and charred human ash on your fingertips.

"It is bad," she agreed woodenly. "I'll give you that. If you wish, you may take a break. I'm only going to inspect them and take pictures. General Ironwood and the Ace-Ops can run them through databases without our aid."

"Nah, I'll stay. Worst is over. Might as well see this through." He drew out his scroll. "I'll help. You'll give me the number to send them to?"

"Yes. And thank you, Qrow. I appreciate this." Setting aside their rivalry for this, at least. He muttered his response, one of those grudging things men did when you praised them. Or at least the men she was used to dealing with, the military types.

Winter took one side of the bodies and began the arduous task of photographing each and every one of them. The faces of some were still vaguely distinguishable but others were much too far gone. They took snaps regardless; in the hopes they might be catalogued if nothing else. Missing people reports could be cross-checked against them and traced back. The Ace-Ops would know what to do and a grander picture might be pieced together.

One thing she noticed as she worked was the wounds. Without a fault, each person had a bullet wound on them. Odd. Or was it? With the capabilities of Null, firearms became more effective, perhaps even better than bladed weaponry. It wasn't hard to imagine Taurus putting down his sword if he could make every shot fatal.

The wounds were too uniform, however. Always one on the chest – and sometimes there were others that would have clearly killed the person already, but still, one shot. Centre chest. Assurance. They shot all the bodies to make sure none were acting. The thought of it was gruesome, of one or two feigning dead and watching their fellows be dragged out and having a bullet put through them, knowing your time would come.

"I found nothing of use," Qrow said, coming up behind her with his scroll held out. "No ID, no defining badges or marks or anything. Either those all got destroyed or the White Fang took the time to remove them."

It was the same on her end. Winter took his scroll and began the transfer of images to her own, mulling over that the implications might mean. For the White Fang to come here and kill all these people was one thing, but to take the time to strip them of identifying marks was another. Unless they intended to sow confusion with a view to infiltrating the military. That might be made easier if there were people unaccounted for.

"General Ironwood will see the bigger picture if there is one."

"Lot of faith for the old robot."

"He's earned it." Unlike the one Qrow followed, she personally thought. Ozpin might have been a good man and headmaster of Beacon, but she wasn't sure just why General Ironwood placed so much faith in him. Whenever she tried to ask, he just told her to have faith in his judgment. It was vexing to know there was information she wasn't trusted enough to be privy to. That Qrow knew it was even more frustrating. "There's nothing more we can do here. The White Fang will be long gone now."

"Yeah. But to where? Some of those Bullheads went for Vale. I won't lie. I'm not liking the thought of the kid going there. I have nieces."

"My sister will also be attending Beacon." He looked surprised by the news which she didn't fault him for. "It has yet to be announced."

"Huh. The more you know. I don't mind telling you, Winter, I'm worried for the girls. We've got the Vytal Festival coming up too. It'd be a grand time for the White Fang to make a statement, wouldn't it? Can you imagine if they hit there?"

"They'd be killed," she replied. "Atlas is in charge of security. Amity will be secure."

"See, I'd believe that if not for one thing." He flicked his hand toward the bodies. "The fact that `Null` makes all that security as good as useless. If he wanted to, he could kill every huntsman there. Just walk down with his aura up, shooting anyone who comes close enough to lose theirs."

Winter shot him a sharp look. "Do you think he could!?"

"After seeing this? This is a massacre. I don't think murder is going to bother him."

No, that wouldn't make much sense. Then again, something still didn't. "I'm not convinced."

Qrow balked. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing. Or at least nothing I can say." Giving him his scroll back, she turned away from the bodies. "It's best we wait for the results of the investigation. He's not in Vale yet, and I'm not sure he could head there immediately. He's just rescued another one sibling at least. His first responsibility is going to be getting her to safety."

"Menagerie," Qrow realised. "That's the only place he could send 'em!" He paled drastically. "No. Tell me you haven't-"

"We've not sent anyone to Menagerie."

"Okay. Cool. You had me afraid there for a second." Qrow wheezed with his hands on his knees, not that she could blame his relief. While the idea had seemed obvious to her at first and she'd brought it up to Ironwood with the idea of collecting those siblings to keep them safe, the General had shot it down viciously.

Jaune was already prepared to kill to free his sisters. How far would he be pushed if Atlas went and captured them again? This was bad, there was no denying that, but if he really wished to, Jaune could walk into Atlas and cause a massacre. He would die for it, brought down by force of arms, but there was no telling how much damage he could do with his swan song.

Or far worse, he might commit himself to the White Fang fully, throwing away his goals for the purpose of doing as much harm to Atlas and nothing more. The thought of Adam Taurus with a fully loyal and obedient Null Semblance under his control wasn't worth considering. The Schnee manor would fall within days, and it was quite possible Atlas might as well.

That might have seemed extreme, but with all the military hardware in Atlas, it wouldn't be hard to detonate missiles or launch them at themselves. The prevention for that was levels of security, hundreds of soldiers and numerous Specialists, all of which might mean so little against twenty skilled White Fang operatives and a man who could turn Semblances off and on at will. Atlas was already in the crosshairs. No need to make things worse by going after his sisters again.

"I'm going to have to report this to Ozpin," Qrow said. "He's going to be coming to Vale eventually and the old man has to know. If the kid does…" He looked back at the bodies. "I'm not sure how easy we can afford to go on him."

"You would kill him?" she asked.

"If it was a choice between him and my nieces. Yes. Wouldn't you for your sister?"

"If he held a gun to her head," she replied, "But not until then. Jaune Arc is of yet innocent of any crimes."

Qrow barked out a laugh. "You serious? After seeing this!?" He paled when he noticed her expression. "Are you for real? Damn it. I knew you were inflexible, but this is a little ridiculous. I get that he's been pushed to an extreme. Believe me, I get that. He's a victim and what happened to his family is nothing short of evil – but this doesn't make it better. Repaying evil with evil doesn't fix anything."

"And killing him like a wild animal will?" she asked. "Isn't that adding a third evil?"

"You don't call it evil when you put down a dangerous animal. It's necessity."

"I'm not sure that action is necessary yet." Something didn't ring true for her, but she couldn't place what it was. The message, the bodies or just the effort put into it. It might make sense if the researchers had killed the sisters kept here – a possibility she wasn't sure she wanted to imagine – but beyond that? It didn't make sense. "General Ironwood wants him alive," she said. "That's all that matters to me."

"Right. That's fine so long as it's you and yours in danger." Qrow walked past her without looking back. "Just don't expect me to not do anything if he shows up around the Vytal Festival. He puts my family in danger, I'm dealing with him."

"I thought he frightened you," she called after him. "You said he could kill you."

"He can. And he damn well might. But I'll tell you now, Winter, the thought of losing my nieces frightens me a whole lot more." Ignoring the aircraft that had brought them, Qrow Branwen walked into the treeline and out of sight.

"Should I follow him, ma'am?" Cardamom asked.

"No. Let him go."

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"I can't believe it's really you."

Jaune held himself still as Jade ran her hands over his face, marvelling at the fact he was really there. Wan and gaunt, she looked so small and frail compared to what she used to. Jade and Hazel were the terrible twins, inseparable and loud, constantly swearing, tomboyish and punk with a lock of hair dyed green and blue respectively. That had grown out now and the scientists certainly hadn't cared for fashion, cutting their hair short to their heads and dressing them in white gowns.

It gave them a fay appearance, which combined with their pale skin and bony wrists made them look ethereal. It was all of it wrong. They were supposed to be in leather trousers, high heel boots and talking about boys or how to sneak in a new piercing without mom noticing. They were meant to be swearing and cursing and getting all huffy when Saphron told them off for it. The twins before him were so different to those he was used to that it hurt to see them.

"It's me," he whispered. "I'm here. I got you out."

"Saved by our younger brother," Hazel said. Unlike Jade she was still too tired to sit up, but she had his hand clasped against her side as though afraid he might run away. At least her refusal to admit her fear was more in keeping with her personality. "What happened to the weak little bro I used to tease?"

He died. He was tortured to death. "I guess he grew up," he lied. "Someone had to do something and I was the first to be freed. And I had help. A lot of help."

"I'm still not sure this isn't a dream. Or a nightmare. I don't know which it would be. Please don't give me this false hop-" He silenced Jade with a hand over her mouth, squeezing gently but firm enough for her to feel it. To have that proof. Her eyes watered, tears running down over his fingers. He hated to see them like this. He'd never seen them like this before. Never! Damn those bastards. Damn Atlas. Damn them all!

"I said I'm here and I am. I doubt your imagination could make up something as stupid as me joining the White Fang. I'm not even faunus." Gently, he pushed Jade back down into her pillows. "Now lay down and rest. We'll be going to Menagerie soon. All three of us. You'll love it there. Lavender and Coral are already there, and they'll have the house ready for us. We'll visit the beach and go swimming, catch and cook fish. It'll be great."

"W-What about the others?" Hazel asked.

"Saphron is in Atlas with Terra. I'll be going for them last. I'm still looking for Sable, Amber and mom. Vale is next, then Vacuo if I don't find them in Vale."

"You're not staying in Menagerie with us?"

"I can't," he said, stroking Jade's forehead. "Who else is going to save them?"

"The White Fang. T-The police." Even as she said it, he could hear the quiver in Jade's voice. Don't cry. He didn't think he'd be able to handle it if she did. "S-Someone has to help. Why does it have to be you? Why does it have to be any of us? W-Why did this have to h-happen…?"

Jaune pressed his forehead down into Jade's. He wasn't sure why. It was a random move and startled her as much as it did him – but it made her jump before she could cry, so it worked that much. He tilted his head up to kiss her forehead. Jade's eyes instantly began to water, as there'd only ever been one man who did that to them.

"If Dad was still here, nothing would stop him." He stroked her cheeks as he'd seen dad do before. His fingertips found all too much water as she cried silently. "He'd turn Remnant inside out to find you, and he'd pull it off. No one could ever stop him."

"J-Jaune…"

"But Dad isn't around anymore. He… I… I'll step in where he can't." He swallowed his own tears. "It's what he would – no, it's not what he'd want at all, but it's what he's do. I know I'm not dad. I'm not a tenth as strong as him. Not even a hundredth." His voice became raw. "I'm going to try my best, though. I'm… I'm going to find the others. Bring you all together. We'll be a family again. I'll make this work!"

"You can't," Hazel said. "They'll kill you. You can't fight-"

"I can." They went silent, unsure what he meant. That was no accident. He'd told them the White Fang saved them because he hadn't thought he needed to say more, but… maybe he did. "This… I…" It had been so much easier with Lavender and Coral. They'd been there. They'd seen things. And Coral was… she'd always been quick to accept things. Calm and collected. "I…" Closing his eyes, he forced it out. "I've already killed a lot of people."

Hazel sucked in a breath. "What?"

"People who got in the way. Scientists keeping Coral and you. They – They were doing tests and they were evil. One of them pushed for mom to be impregnated, and he wanted to do the same to Coral and the rest of you. Personally." Their faces drained of blood. "And I killed him. Or I had him killed, but it's the same thing."

"Jaune, what-? But… But you're you! You can't even fight. Dad never trained you. He didn't train anyone."

"I don't need training to pull a trigger. It's easy. Too easy. And I don't like it," he said quickly, "But if it's something I have to do to save you all, I'll do it." He waited for their hate. Their disgust. "I'm sorry. I had – I have to do this. Keep doing this."

Jade looked like she wanted to be sick. "You're killing people?"

"I am." Afraid, he pulled his hand away. "I'll go. You two need rest and-"

"NO!" Jade panicked and lashed out, catching his wrist and grabbing onto his White Fang uniform. Desperately, with clear terror in her eyes, she clung to him. "Don't go. P-Please. Not yet. It's fine. I don't care if you kill, how many, just… I… Not now. Stay." On his other side, Hazel had his hand clutched to her chest, all but drawn under the blankets with both arms wrapped around his elbow. "I don't care what you've done. We don't care." Hazel nodded her head quickly, squeezing his arm. "You're our brother. You saved us. That's all that matters. Don't go."

"I have to. I have to save the others."

"Not tonight," she insisted. "Or today. You'll stay with us today?"

"Adam has called for a day's rest. Everyone is too tired to move. I'll be here all day." Hazel and Jade both relaxed at the news, sinking back with shaky breaths released. He realised they hadn't mean him leaving in the long run. They were terrified of being left alone now. Afraid of this being a dream still. "I'll be staying here all day with you and I'll sleep in here as well. You'll see when you wake up tomorrow and we're still here. I want to take you outside as well. Get you some fresh air and sunlight."

"And tomorrow?" Hazel asked anxiously.

He hated it. Despised it. Not as far back as he could remember had Hazel ever sounded so small. So fragile. Just the suggestion would have earned him a headlock and a fist driven into his hair until he begged for mercy.

"We'll probably have to march tomorrow, but you'll be on these beds. I'll be with you then as well and you can laugh at me panting like an old man." He grinned, pleased to see them relaxing. "I do have a job I have to do with Adam and Blake – I'll introduce you to them later – but I'll come back, then we'll be going to Menagerie. Sorry but you're not getting rid of me anytime soon."

"That long…?" Jade smiled. It was weak, but there was a tiny spark in it that struck him as familiar. The most hesitant curl at the edges, a poor man's attempt at a smirk. Right now, he'd take it. He'd take anything right now. "I guess we can put up with our stupid little brother if he wants to hang around with his cool sisters."

Things weren't how they used to be, not even close, but they were trying. There was probably something unhealthy in trying to recreate something they'd never again have, but here and now, he played along.

"Will you be okay if I get a little clingy? I might even want to pull the beds together and sleep between you."

"You're such a baby." Even as Hazel said it, he could see the clear relief in her eyes. They wanted him close but didn't know how to say it. If that was the case, it didn't cost him anything to play the idiot and let them tease him. If it made them more comfortable, it was all worth it. "B-But okay. If you really are that pathetic."

"I really am," he said, pulling their beds together and climbing up. The metal supports carried his weight easily, and Jade and Hazel were quick to snuggle into his sides. When was the last time they'd shared a bed? When he was ten? He could vaguely remember distant nightmares as a child and seeking the company of any sister willing to put up with him.

It had been different then. More grudging. The twins hadn't exactly been the most doting and sympathetic of his sisters. That was Saphron and Sable. Now, however, they clung to him desperately, trapping him between their bodies like a teddy bear that didn't dare let go of.

"You better be here when I wake up," Jade whispered. "If you're not, if this is a dream, I'll never fucking forgive you."

That was more like her. Thorns and all. Jaune chuckled, already feeling pins and needles set in from their heads pinning his arms down. He wasn't even tired, having slept through the night, which meant he'd be awake the whole time. It was a small sacrifice to make.

"Scary. I'd better stick around, then."

"Yeah." Hazel leaned against his other shoulder. "You better."


To note, Jaune doesn't know Sable is safe yet. I know Ironwood saved Sable, but since Jaune doesn't know that, he still thinks she is captured. Please don't think I forgot when I included her name earlier. Jaune isn't yet aware Winter went to Vacuo and saved Sable.

A couple of also people noticed how the Bullheads couldn't all have family on board since there were too many. This was intentional, and it's intentional the majority of those go to Vale as well. You'll see why soon enough. Though it's not an exact figure, we're about (or almost at) the halfway point of the entire story. This fic was always intended to be a story with two distinct halves. One being Jaune's events and development before Vale, and the second being him at Vale, and involved with the canon plot. After all, Vale is where all the excitement of the RWBY series is centred. It's where the characters are, and where the fun stuff happens.


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