Hey, all. So, wow, it has been a long time since I uploaded. College has kept me much busier than I thought it would, and I haven't had many opportunities to write for fun. I appreciate your patience, though, and while I can't say that I'm going to be going back to a semi-normal schedule any time soon, I don't want you all to think I've dropped this story. I've still got a bunch of things to cover that I think are cool, and I hope you enjoy them too.
"In our leading story, investigators continue to piece together the events surrounding last week's devastating attack on the Vytal Festival. Fragments of self-terminating code have been found in both Beacon's CCT Tower and the Atlesian battleship that was hijacked during the fighting. Experts suggest that code of this sophistication is beyond the capability of the White Fang, supporting the theory that this attack was orchestrated by an outside entity. Efforts to identify this entity have so far been fruitless, but investigators have focused their attention on noted criminal Roman Torchwick. Torchwick, who has been connected to several recent heists involving the White Fang, was being held on the battleship prior to its hijacking and has since disappeared. In a recent statement, General James Ironwood of Atlas had this to say on the matter:"
'The Atlesian military is currently investigating the circumstances around Roman Torchwick's escape from our custody as well as his involvement in the Vytal Festival attack. We are giving the Valian investigators our full cooperation and will continue to offer our support in maintaining order. I understand it offers little comfort for those who saw Atlas soldiers firing on civilians, but I believe I speak for all of Atlas when I say our thoughts are with all those affected by the attack. Thank you.'
"Despite the general's call for solidarity, tensions remain high between Atlas and Vale. Recent polls show public opinion for Atlas at its lowest level since the Great War, with over eighty percent of respondents saying that the Atlas military should leave the city and sixty percent placing responsibility for the attack on Atlas. The Valian Council continues to allow the Atlesian military to remain in the city, however, citing a need for cooperation in a trying time.
"In related news, the Mistrali Combat Tournament Association has begun an official review of Pyrrha Nikos's four tournament wins. Miss Nikos, who was hospitalized following the Vytal Festival attack, was—"
The television screen winked off before the story could continue. With a sigh, Jaune lowered his arm and set the remote back down on the edge of the bed. For the past week, pretty much everything on the news had been about the Vytal Festival attack, including dragging Pyrrha's name through the mud. He'd been angry the first few days—angry at them, angry at the people who had taken charge, angry at himself—but now he was just tired. All he wanted was to have Pyrrha back. Then, maybe, he could find a new normal. He certainly didn't want this to be it.
Jaune turned his head to where his partner lay, unmoving in the hospital bed next to him. He'd refused to leave her side since she'd gotten out of surgery, but it never got any easier to see her like this. Pyrrha Nikos was unquestionably the strongest, bravest, and most selfless person he knew, but now she looked so fragile. Unwashed and removed from its ponytail, her hair pooled around her head to accentuate just how much paler than usual she was. Wires snaked out from beneath a thin gown to connect to various monitors and an IV dripped a steady mix of saline and pain medication into her arm, but it was the tubes inserted through her nose that really hurt him to see. She was helpless, unable to even feed herself. Even if she had been conscious, the doctors had said that the damage to her internal organs had been so traumatic that she wouldn't be able to eat solid food for at least a month while they healed, regardless of her Aura.
Jaune took her hand in his, taking comfort in the warmth he felt there. She was alive. That was what mattered in that moment. That was what he held on to.
There was a twitch beneath Jaune's hand, the brushing of a finger against his palm. Gripping Pyrrha's hand tighter, he dropped his head down against the bedrail. It hadn't been the first time he'd felt her move, and he knew by then that it wasn't a conscious action. Her fingers would twitch every now and then, nervous spasms as her body attempted to repair itself, but she had yet to regain lucidity. He sighed and wearily ran his thumb over her fingers. Please, Pyrrha…
"…Jaune?"
He froze at the whispered word. Ren and Nora had gone to get food, and aside from the guard posted by the door, there was no one else in the room. That could only mean… With a start, he lifted his head back up and was greeted by a pair of emerald eyes looking up at him. They were bleary and dim, but unquestionably open and aware. Every muscle in his chest contracted at once, and he had to choke back the sob that threatened to tear itself loose. "Pyrrha!"
The bedridden girl slowly rolled her head over to look around the room. "W-where are we?" she asked weakly.
Jaune swallowed the lump in his throat. "A hospital in Vale." He couldn't be bothered to remember which one, not that it mattered. "You almost…" Died. There was no way he'd say it out loud. "We thought we were going to lose you. I thought I was going to lose you."
Pyrrha blinked once, and then shut her eyes as though overcome by pain. "I'm sorry," she said, voice breaking. The words brought back memories, ones Jaune wished he didn't have to remember but knew he shouldn't forget. Their kiss—their first kiss, and what she had no doubt expected to be their last—her decision to sacrifice herself instead of running away, the way she pushed him into that locker so he couldn't stop her… It was enough to reignite the fire inside of him. "I am so sor—"
"Don't." It was perhaps more forceful than he intended, but this wasn't the time for her to apologize. That could wait until she was better. "This isn't—" He cut himself off, shaking his head as he reigned in his anger. "You're awake now. You're alive. That's what's important right now." After a moment, Pyrrha nodded, though it was clear she was still struggling with the whole situation.
Jaune didn't feel like he was faring much better. Hanging his head, he wiped away the moisture in his eyes as he tried to work out something else to say. "It's, uh… It's been about a week now. Since the attack, that is." Pyrrha's hand tensed in his, and he gave it a squeeze. "They got the Grimm cleared out of Beacon, but a lot of the buildings are wrecked, so they've set up temporary housing for those of us who need it at one of the hotels in Vale. Between all the travel restrictions and all the questions they keep asking us, though, it doesn't really seem like anyone's going to be going anywhere soon." He chuckled wearily. "It's kinda weird, but they were even asking me questions about that girl—"
The sudden tightening of Pyrrha's grip had the blond halting mid-sentence. He lifted his head back up to find her eyes were focused on the opposite end of the bed. "Jaune…" There was a tremor in her voice, and tears visibly welled in her eyes. "I can't feel my legs."
Jaune practically broke down himself at her words, but he knew he needed to be supportive. "I know." He did his best to ignore the terrified look Pyrrha gave him. He'd only been able to get vague descriptions of the wound, but the man who had done this—the one that Ruby's uncle had let go free—had pushed Miló so far through her that he'd completely severed her spine. "The man you fought… The doctors couldn't fully repair the damage he did. They, um… They think you might eventually be able to walk again, but…" The doctors had tried to be optimistic around Nora, Ren, and the others, but Jaune had pressed one when there had been no one else in the room. The odds that she would ever regain the full use of her legs was slim, to say nothing of her being able to fight again. For all intents and purposes, that part of her life was over.
Pyrrha's hand shook as she pulled it away from Jaune's to cover her mouth. Tears now flowed freely from the emerald eyes fixed on the lumps her deadened feet made in the thick white blankets piled onto the bed. Jaune shifted forward in his chair to placed his hands on his partner's arm. He swallowed. "Pyrrha, I—"
Behind him, the door to the room swished open and Professor Goodwitch stepped in around the privacy curtain. She paused on seeing them, forehead creased and mouth twisted into a frown. "I apologize for interrupting," she said, gesturing back the way she came. "Your guard was told to inform me when you woke up."
Wiping away her tears, Pyrrha tried to smile at the Professor, but there was no denying how weak and forced it was. "W-what can we do for you, P-Professor?"
Jaune hadn't needed to ask to know. "She's here to ask you about what happened," he said, voice low. As far as he knew, pretty much everyone had been questioned at one point or another, whether by Beacon staff or Atlas military personnel or Valian investigators. He turned his gaze toward the Professor, barely suppressing the scowl on his face. "Can't it wait? She just woke up."
If Goodwitch had picked up the aggression in his voice, she didn't react to it as she simply lifted her hand to cut him off. "I understand, and I have no intention of interrupting Miss Nikos's recovery." She turned her head to the girl in question. "I just wanted to let you know that if you need anything, you need only ask. When you're ready, though, I do have questions I'd like to ask you."
"I'll talk now."
Jaune turned his head to his partner. "Pyrrha?" What was she doing? She'd just woken up, for gods' sakes! She hadn't even had time to…
Pyrrha met his gaze, face drawn but confident. Her hand slipped back into his. "I need to," she said, her voice just above a whisper. Jaune stared at her for a moment, trying to understand what that was supposed to mean, but relented with a nod. Pyrrha closed her eyes. "The man who attacked me… Deirean… He said impossible things… I…" Her voice faltered, and Jaune squeezed her hand tighter. When she opened her eyes, she looked over to the expectant woman on the far side of the room. "Professor Goodwitch, do you know what the Old Rephaim are?"
(- -)
"How many times do we have to have this argument Blake? How many times?!"
"Yang, you don't understand! Adam and the White Fang are still out there! As long as I'm here, you're all in danger!"
"Damn it, that's not how it works! If they really want to hurt us, do you honestly believe that you not being here will somehow stop them?"
"Yes! You're only here because of me! I disappear, and you and Ruby can go back to Patch."
"And what about Weiss, huh? You're just going to leave her here alone?"
The door to Team RWBY's temporary room clicked shut as Ruby closed it. With a sigh, she slumped back into the wooden frame. Behind her, she could still hear the argument her sister and Blake were having, one they'd been having for the past week now. It didn't appear to be ending anytime soon, either. That was what it had been like since the Battle of Beacon, as some of the other students had taken to calling it. The two of them barely talked to one another, and when they did, it usually led to yelling. Ruby hated it. She had thought that by staying here instead of going home, they could be strong together, but instead their team was slowly unravelling.
"Are they arguing again?" Ruby turned her head to see Weiss coming down the hallway toward her, and the sight was enough to lift her spirits some. Despite everything going on, she knew she could rely on Weiss. They were best friends after all, no matter how much the heiress protested it.
"Yeah," she answered dejectedly with a shake of her head. "Sometimes… Sometimes I wish I knew what to say, you know? Like, they're fighting because I don't know how to handle it."
Weiss's hand was a comforting presence as it settled on her shoulder. "Don't do that to yourself. It's not your fault they're arguing." She winced as something light thumped against the door, accompanied by a frustrated yell from Yang. Ruby stepped away warily. "Whatever's going on between them, they need to sort it out themselves."
Ruby cast a nervous glance at the door, but nodded. "I guess." Her eyes lit up as they settled on the door across the hall. "I heard Pyrrha woke up!" she said, trying to stay cheerful. "I was going to go see her. You want to come?"
Weiss's eyebrows shot up. "O-oh! I-I'd love to." She said it with a smile, but it was clear that she was forcing it. Ruby looked at her for a moment, but eventually decided to brush it off. It wasn't like that type of behavior was unusual these days.
As she led Weiss toward the elevators, though, Ruby could tell her partner had something more on her mind. The way her eyes kept shifting to the side and she kept pulling at the hem of her skirt… She had something to say, and Ruby dreaded to hear what it was.
"Ruby, I… I need to tell you something."
No… Ruby came to a stop in the middle of the hallway, not wanting to look back. Weiss sounded the same way Blake had when she'd told them of her intention to leave them. Please, no… She didn't want to make things any more difficult for Weiss than she had to, though, so she tried to keep her expression as neutral as she could when she turned around. She didn't think she succeeded. "W-what is it?"
Weiss briefly met her eyes, but quickly closed her own. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her back and cupped her hand behind her waist. Her eyes were still closed. "I… I got a call from my father today. He wants me to come back to Atlas with General Ironwood."
Ruby's legs went numb, but by some miracle she remained standing. Not you too, Weiss. Not you! "But… but you're not going to, right? You're going to stay here with us?" The other girl's silence was telling. "Please, don't leave me Weiss…"
"I have to, Ruby." Weiss finally opened her eyes, and it was clear she was trying to fight back tears. "It's my father. I don't have a choice."
Ruby looked down, tears clouding her vision. Weiss… Weiss was going to leave her. Penny was… gone, they were already losing Blake, and with Pyrrha in the hospital and the rest of JNPR with her, it was going to be just her and Yang again. Alone, as if Beacon had never happened. Ruby took a deep breath. Be strong. You have to be strong. Composing herself, she forced a smile onto her face as she met Weiss's gaze again. "Okay," she whispered.
"Ruby, I—"
The girl shook her head, wiping away the dampness left in her eyes. "No, it's fine. If you have to leave, I-I understand." She didn't, not really, but she understood that there was nothing she could say to convince her to stay. Like Weiss had said, this was something she was going to have to sort out on her own. Ruby found it difficult to convince herself that that was true.
Silence reigned on the elevator ride down to the lobby. Ruby tried to occupy her thoughts with anything else, but she couldn't ignore the unravelling in her life. She wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball right there in the elevator and cry, but she knew that wouldn't make anything better. The problem was, she didn't know how to make things better. She would go see her friends. She nodded to herself as she stepped out of the elevator. That will have to do for—
"Woah, h-ooof!"
Ruby rubbed her forehead where she had walked into something hard, hard enough to knock her to the floor. In front of her was a white-haired faunus—he had fluffy lemur ears on the top of his head—rubbing his chest where she had hit him. She gasped and scrambled to her feet. "Ah! I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going!"
The boy grunted as he climbed back to his feet as well. "It's fine Ruby." He smiled politely at her. "No harm, no foul, right?"
Ruby blinked. Did she… Did she know him? He seemed familiar, but there were a lot of people in her class she didn't— "Ilex!" The teen in question flinched. Ruby covered her mouth, feeling a warmth creeping up cheeks. Beside her, Weiss had lifted a hand to cover her face. "S-sorry," Ruby said at a much more normal level. Uh, now what? Wait, do they know each other? I should make sure. "Ilex, this is—
"I know who she is."
"I know who he is."
Ruby froze at the simultaneous response. "Uh, okay." That was weird. "Sooooo, what's up?"
"I, um…" Ilex faltered, rubbing his shoulder. Ruby felt like she must have infected him with her awkwardness when she bumped into him; he hadn't been like this when she met him. "You know, just heading up to my room."
"O-oh, that's nice." Ruby mentally slapped herself for the stupidity of her comment. Trying to salvage the situation, she spit out the first thing that came to her mind. "We're going to the hospital."
Ilex's gaze softened. "Everything's okay, I hope?"
Ruby had already begun nodding before she realized what it sounded like she had said. "Oh, no! Yes!" She shook her head. "We're both fine. It's just, one of our friends is there. She got hurt really bad and just woke up today."
Ilex nodded in understanding. "I'm sorry to hear that. I hope she makes a full recovery." He glanced behind him, biting his lip, before turning his gaze toward Weiss. "If I can offer you a bit of advice, be careful if you go out the back. There were a couple of overeager paparazzi out there earlier." He chuckled half-heartedly. "They got me pretty good."
Weiss stiffened and thanked him, but Ruby just looked on in confusion. There had been a bunch of reporters outside the hotel for the first few days when students being moved into the hotel had been newsworthy, but she hadn't seen anything like that since. Besides, didn't paparazzi only take pictures of celebrities and famous people? Wait… "Ilex, are you… famous?"
The teen cringed, but he didn't exactly go out of his way to deny it. "I should let you guys go," he said instead. He pointed over to the elevator with a forced smile. "Besides, Rhys has probably destroyed the room again and I know no one else is going to fix it up."
It may have been an obvious deflection, but Ruby found herself genuinely smiling at the thought of her friend's antics. "Alright. Say hi to him and Aspen for me."
Ilex's reaction was not exactly what Ruby had expected. He froze, finger on the elevator call button. Slowly, he pulled it away. "Aspen… You… You wouldn't happen to have seen or heard from her recently, would you?"
"I…" Ruby wasn't sure if she considered Aspen a "friend" or not, but the way Ilex had gotten all serious had her worried. "No, I haven't. Are you saying you haven't?"
Ilex shook his head. "None of us have, not since she ran off with your sister. I tried asking Mantis and Tawny about it, but all I got out of them was that Professor Goodwitch and that Atlesian General took her away the morning after. Haven't seen them since."
That sounded bad. Ruby glanced to Weiss. She seemed to be having similar thoughts, if the way her lips were drawn tight and her eyebrows were furrowed were anything to go on. "If General Ironwood took her away, it's possible he suspects she had some involvement in the attack."
Ilex shook his head. "That's what he said when he tried to arrest her on the colosseum, but… I don't know. I just have a hard time believing she had something to do with it."
"She attacked our team," Weiss pointed out. "She tried to kill us."
Ilex winced. "I know, but she was also willing to put herself in danger to save your teammates. She was one of the first people on the ground and she tried her best to save everyone she could. Plus, she did this thing with the giant Nevermore that was attacking…"
Ruby raised an eyebrow when he trailed off. "Thing?"
Ilex just shook his head again. "I don't know. I was probably just imagining things." He looked up at them with a grim expression. "Just… if you guys hear anything, let me or Rhys or, hell, even Carmine know, alright?"
Ruby nodded. "I will. I'm sorry we can't help more." She raised her hand in a polite wave. "See you around, Ilex."
(- -)
The Beowolf crept from the shadows, sniffing at the cold night air. Something… Something was close. As she stepped out into the frigid snow, the presence of Light settled onto the Beowolf's night-black fur, and the pain of anger set her skin on fire. With a snarl, she took off toward the Light, intent on snuffing it out.
Swallowed by Dark, Lotehm and its luminance were lost in the night sky, which bled a dark red above. Flecks of ice shone in the vast field of blood, but they did nothing to illuminate the ground below. That did not matter to the Beowolf. Trees, slopes, and rocks did little to slow her progress. She had her trail, and she would follow it to the end.
The Beowolf found the Lights in a small clearing. There were three of them, amorphous beings with blades and fire-throwers. Each one felt different, and yet there was a haunting familiarity to them, one the Beowolf did not comprehend. The first felt of volcanic stone, rough and glass-like; the second of coarse fur, not unlike her own; and the third of splintered wood, like a tree shattered by a Goliath. The Lights faced away from the Beowolf, and so did not see her until she was upon them.
Wood fell first, hitting the ground as the Beowolf leapt upon him. Her teeth sunk into his chest and his blood poured out, hot in her mouth. With incoherent, angry yells, the other two Lights attacked the Beowolf. Their blades and fire-throwers did nothing to harm her, however, passing through her body as though they did not exist. These Lights fell just as quickly as the first, the Beowolf's claws splitting Stone open at the stomach and piercing Fur through the chest. As the final corpse fell to the ground, the Beowolf let out a victorious howl. She had waited so long for Death to come, and now she could gorge herself.
When the Beowolf crouched down over one of the bodies, however, a cold feeling of emptiness overcame her. She paused, lifting her head in an attempt to locate the source of the sudden despair. She was still alone in the clearing, but it was now bathed in a pale white light, reflecting off of the fallen snow. Lotehm had returned to the sky, but something was wrong with it. The Beowolf had never seen it before, and yet she knew on instinct that it wasn't supposed to be in so many pieces. Rising up on her hind legs, she gazed at it in confusion. The despair was there.
As she stared, Lotehm grew larger and its light grew brighter. It took the Beowolf a moment to realize that it was falling toward her and she nearly bolted so that she might avoid being crushed. The moment her paws came back down to touch the snow, however, Lotehm vanished once again. Motionless, the Beowolf waited for her eyes to readjust to the darkness, only to notice another, smaller Light had appeared before her. She crept up to it, lowering her head to carefully sniff it. It was a Light, of that she was certain, but it didn't have the feel of other Lights. It burned cold, as though it were of the Dark. She huffed, her breath coming out in a burst of steam, but the Light did not stir. Opening her jaws, she made to pick it up in her mouth.
Bam-bam-bam!
The Beowolf staggered back as a trio of fire-thrower stones slammed into her side, sending her off-balance and falling into the snow. Fire burned within her, limiting her movement and making it difficult to breathe. She tried to lift herself back to her feet, but the fire was too great. As she slumped back down, she felt two powerful Lights approaching her, one of scorched powder and the other of a tree, knotted and ancient. The Beowolf knew she would not survive this.
Powder walked around to where the Beowolf could see her, her large fire-thrower still trailing smoke from its tip. As the Beowolf looked up at the Light, she felt the vague recognition she'd felt of the first three Lights, but stronger this time. She rocked her head to catch a glimpse of Tree, and felt the same. Why? Her eyes turned back to Powder as she knelt down before her. The Light had no face, but the look in her eyes made the burning fire inside the Beowolf turn to the coldest ice.
"What did you do?" Powder asked. The Beowolf, of course, had no answer. She stayed silent as the Light shook her head and stood back up. As she lifted her fire-shooter again, the Beowolf thought to itself that this was for the best, though she couldn't be sure why. "It's alright. Everything's going to be alright."
Aspen's eyes fluttered open as consciousness returned to her, images of Beowolves and Light fading from her thoughts. She looked around, struggling to focus and remember where she was. It was as though a thick fog had settled in her mind, and now she was left to stumble her way around it. She made to pick herself up, but was stopped by the a sharp tug of metal on her arms. She looked down, only mildly confused to see the large, glove-like cuffs that bound her hands and wrists to the floor. A number crawled its way out of the fog, and she picked it up. 433685, 433686, 433687… Counting the seconds… She had started it when the cuffs had been first been placed on her but, with as often as she was unconscious, she couldn't be certain about the accuracy of the count.
She took another look around at the room she had been placed in. Not a room. Cell. It was cold and hard and cramped, barely enough room for her to spread out, had she been able. Being chained to the floor prevented her from even standing, and though she'd been given a small cushion to rest against, she had difficulty remembering where that had gone. Then there was the… tube that had been inserted into her stomach through her nose. She didn't know what it was, but people kept coming in and putting a thick liquid through it. She vaguely remembered those moments, as they were often preceded by someone else injecting her with the same, reddish-brown sedative she'd been given after she'd attacked her team. The conditions didn't bother her. The people who held her were afraid of her, and they were right to be.
A wave of pain washed over Aspen's head, forcing her eyes shut. When she did, she was greeted by the image of three corpses lying in a pool of blood, if they could even be called corpses. Wood. Stone. Fur. She had torn those people apart. She had given in to her inner desires and cut them to pieces with their own blades. She felt… She felt guilt. Deirean had warned her that this day would come, but she had ignored him. What would happen now? She didn't want to join him—not if it meant killing even more people—but if the Humans and Faunus now saw her for what she was, what choice did she have?
Through her eyelids, Aspen made out a light appearing before her. Carefully, she opened them. The pain was still there, but it was bearable. The light was coming from a hole in the door to her cell, and there was the silhouette of a man's face framed behind it. This… also felt familiar. Men and women coming in to ask her questions about the attack and the White Fang and Cinder. She found it difficult to answer their questions most times, as hazy as the sedatives made her, but she did her best.
Sometimes, though, they didn't even ask her questions. Sometimes, they just hit her, spitting words like "monster" and "freak." Whatever bruises and broken bones she suffered healed by the time they left but, in those moments of clarity when the pain overrode the sedative, she knew why they did what they did. They hated her. She felt it as clearly as she felt their fists and clubs against her body and heard their words in her ears. A part of her knew this was wrong, wanted to take their weapons and hurt them back, but she never even tried. Punishment.
This man outside her cell, however, she recognized. Weathered stone aura… James. He had never struck her, and she vaguely recalled his voice yelling after one of the men who had beaten her had left her cell. He often apologized to her, but he also asked the most questions—often the same ones over and over, as though to see if she would change her answer. She tried not to.
The light vanished as the hole was recovered, before flooding back in when the door opened. Aspen leaned her head back, bumping up against the metal wall behind her. James stepped into the room, his shadowy frame shrinking down in front of her. "How are you feeling today, Aspen?" he asked, his voice calm. Having heard very little in the confines of her cell, the sound was as refreshing as the cool air that swept in with him.
The tube in her throat made it difficult to speak. "Sick." The word sounded fat and sluggish in Aspen's ears, slowly falling out of her mouth. She'd been fed recently, and the sedative was still fresh in her system.
"I'm sorry to hear that. We can try reducing the frequency of your feedings again, but I'm afraid there's not much we can do about the formula right now." James stood, easily blocking most of the light from outside the cell. Aspen felt small beneath him before he closed the door and cut the light off completely. "You'll be happy to know that I won't be asking you any more questions about the attack on Beacon. You've been cooperative so far, and I believe that you had nothing to do with it."
Aspen looked up to where his voice was coming from. His aura was a whirl of emotions as it always was—pity, worry, fear, suspicion—but she felt no deceit. "Will you let me go, then? Or will you just kill me."
"Not yet," the man replied. It occurred to Aspen that she didn't know which question he was answering. "I have something new I'd like to talk to you about." Aspen winced as his aura suddenly ground against her skin in anger. "Tell me about you and Deirean. Tell me about the Rephiam."
In retrospect, this is probably the most depressing chapter I've written, in the sense that a lot of bad things have happened to the characters and they're having a hard time seeing the silver lining. It's there, though. Somewhere. Things will get better.
I hope you enjoyed! Au revoir!
