Part Fifteen:

Ruby was tired, but it was morning, Dad said, and they were finally allowed to see Yang. She rubbed her eyes, trying to fill in the gaps: Yang grabbing her bike and running, Dad calling 911, pacing about the house before driving to the hospital, falling asleep on the chair and dreaming about Uncle Qrow shouting… was Professor Ozpin there…? She shook her head, rubbing her eyes again. Dad was helping her up, and Uncle Qrow was there, arm around Dad's shoulder. That felt nice to see, they were never really physically affectionate, but she knew from experience that they both loved hugs. She got up and followed both of them down a muddled series of halls.

"Where are we going?" Ruby asked, still fuzzy.

"Yang's out of ER now, honey," Dad said. "She's awake and we can visit her."

That perked her up, she felt her body awaken more, and she followed more earnestly. She thought she heard the distinct sound of a cane, and she turned her head to see Professor Ozpin leaving. Wait, then… was the dream real…?

She turned and followed again, catching up to her uncle and finding another nurses station. Dad talked to the person there, and Uncle Qrow was looking down before muttering, "Hey, sorry for before," and they moved down yet another hall and into a room.

"Dad! Uncle Qrow!"

"Yang!"

"Ruby!"

Ruby all ran around the drawn curtain, ready to pounce on Yang's bed and hug her, but she skid to a halt to see her big sister looking so small on a hospital bed and then see her right arm puffed up in a cast that made it look three times as big as it was. What…?

She crawled up onto the bed instead of pounced on it, staring, trying to wrap her head around what she was seeing.

"Does it… does it hurt?" she asked.

Yang shook her head. "Kinda, but not really, but it feels weird." She shook her head again. "I… don't know how to answer."

Ruby nodded, and Dad moved in to give her the gentlest of hugs, muttering about his baby dragon. Uncle Qrow was watching, too, and his face was between relieved and dark. Ruby could only guess what was going on through his head.

"Mr. Xiao Long?"

"Yes," Dad said, straightening. "Thank you so much, for taking care of my little girl."

"She's a bundle of energy," the nurse said, in scrubs and a hair net. "We're sorry it took so long to get you in here. We were flooded last night with that accident on the highway."

"Yeah," Uncle Qrow said, his voice low and his eyes down. "It's understandable. What can you tell us?"

The nurse smiled, and it was the soft kind of smile that looked a little like forgiveness. Ruby wondered what that was about. "It was a compound fracture," she said, "The humerus was hit with such force it snapped. When she came in part of the bone was protruding from the skin. There was of course also hematoma from all the damage, but she was very lucky."

"People keep telling us that," Dad said. "Do we know what happened?"

The nurse paused before saying, "I assume you'll be getting a call at some point today, if the police haven't already spoken to you."

Dad rubbed his face. "They spoke to me, but I wasn't really in a place to hear it," he admitted.

"Did they leave a card?" Uncle Qrow asked, making Dad search his pockets.

"How is Blake?"

Ruby turned to her sister, and her eyes were low, looking at nothing. "Is she okay? Did… did she make it?"

Ruby felt a heavy silence, and she curled a little closer to Yang, afraid to hear the news.

The nurse gave another soft smile, this one understanding. "I'm not allowed to talk about other patients," she said gently, "but I think I can say that she did make it."

"When can I see her?"

"Yang…" Dad started to say.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I need to see her. I need to know… I need to see her."

"Well, that won't be for a while," the nurse said, not unkindly, before turning her attention back to Dad and Uncle Qrow. "We'll want to keep her for another day or two. We have to schedule the surgery to reattach her bones, then set them and cast them. O.R. is full with the highway accident but we should get something either late today or tomorrow…"

"Ruby," Yang whispered, and she leaned in to listen to her sister. "Do you think you can find her?"

Ruby wasn't sure, but, "I'll try," she said.

Carefully, she slipped off the bed and snuck behind her dad as the nurse spoke, then behind her uncle and around the nurse... then… she was in the clear. She stared at the room number and worked the numbers in her head so she could find her way back, then traced her way to the nurses station. "Excuse me," she said, "My sister wants to know what room her friend is. She knows she can't visit but she just wants to know where she is."

The nurse smiled but shook her head. Frowning, Ruby circled around the nurses station, looking at the doors and wondering how she could find Blake for Yang. She saw two people in police uniform, and she figured since Halloween was over that probably meant they were real. She moved up to them carefully and stood in front of them, politely waiting.

"Yes?" one of the officers said.

"My sister's in here," she said, "because she was trying to protect her friend Blake. But no one's said if Blake was okay, because a lot kind of happened. Is this her room?"

The two officers looked to each other and smiled, one of them silently elected as spokesman.

"We're not at liberty to say," he said softly. "But she's been through an awful lot. What number is her friend? I know she wants to know."

Ruby gave them Yang's room number, and wondered if that was enough. She tried to peer through the door, and she did see the giant silhouette of Mr. Belladonna. Then there was a small lull in the noise of the hospital, and Ruby heard Blake's distinct voice.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…" She was sobbing.

Ruby's eyes watered on the spot, and she started to go in to comfort her friend, but the two officers stopped her. The spokesman said, gently, "this really isn't a good time. Come by later."

"Come on, I'll take you back to your sister," the other officer said, and Ruby was forced to go back to her room. She moved back in but the nurse was gone, and so was Uncle Qrow. Dad was there, though, sitting on the bed and talking quietly to Yang.

"They wouldn't let me see her," Ruby said, sullen.

Yang immediately straightened. "But was she okay?"

"Your friend has been through a lot, young lady," the officer said, pulling out a notebook. "So have you. Broke your funny bone, I heard."

Yang blinked. "Wait, this is my funny bone?"

"It is the 'humerus,' right?"

The joke lingered, Ruby and her family wanted to laugh, but the mood just wasn't there, and an awkward pause stretched out.

"Young lady, a lot of things happened last night. Is it okay if I ask you to tell me what you remember?"

"Ruby," Dad said, "Find Uncle Qrow, okay?"

"But Dad-"

"Now Ruby. You can hear the story later."

"... Okay." She gave one last look to Yang, a little afraid to leave when she was wrapped in that giant… thing… around her arm, but she went back into the hall and to the nurses station. She didn't see Uncle Qrow, and asked the nurse there where he went. The nurse pointed and Ruby went down the hall, snaking though some more nurses - or were they called orderlies - and finding a set of double doors that looked familiar. On the other side was the waiting room of the ER and Ruby suddenly knew exactly where she was. Uncle Qrow was over where they had been waiting, and there was Professor Ozpin! It wasn't a dream!

"... At least it's only a compound fracture," the professor was saying. "My leg was shattered in the accident - I believe it's called comminuted - in two separate places from the bumper of the car. The doctors said I'd lost something like three percent of my bone because it was scattered everywhere in my leg. Two pieces are by nerves, which is part of the reason why walking hurts so much. Yang is very lucky it sounds like."

"Yeah…"

Ruby finally arrived and snuck in to hug her uncle. She had firmly decided that everyone needed hugs after this and she was going to have to up her quota. Uncle Qrow put an arm around her shoulders instinctively and squeezed. "Hey, pipsqueak. Why are you out here?"

"The police are with Dad and Yang, and he didn't want me there."

"Got it," he said. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm okay," Ruby answered. "I mean, I think I am. The scary part's over, Yang's okay, and the police will catch the guy who did this, so…" Her face fell. "I'm worried about Blake though. I didn't see her, but I heard her, and all she said was 'I'm sorry,' and it sounded like she was crying."

"That's to be expected," Professor Ozpin said gently. "She's been through something very hard, and it affects everyone differently. She will need her friends and family quite a bit for the next few months."

"Professor, I was meaning to ask, how did you know to come here?"

Professor Ozpin smiled. "A dusty old crow texted me," he said, "and I wanted to help my friends."

Ruby smiled and shook her head. "Don't you think you're more than friends if you and Uncle Qrow are dating?"

The adults both smiled, but Ruby noticed her uncle's smile was a little different than the normal one he had when talking about the professor, almost but not quite sadder. "Let me ask you something pipsqueak, Yang biked all the way to Dust to help Blake. Does that mean she's more than friends with her?"

"Yes," Ruby said firmly. "But Yang hasn't figured that out yet, and I don't know what Blake thinks about it."

"Smart as a button, this one," Uncle Qrow said, squeezing her shoulders. "Knows Yang better than Yang knows herself. We're still waiting for her to come out."

"I've come to learn that both of your nieces are quite perceptive," Professor Ozpin said, and he offered Ruby a smile. "Though I must confess, Miss Rose, that I am slightly put out that you all seem to have some kind of betting pool on my love life."

Ruby blinked. "Wait. There's a betting pool?"

"It would appear so, including you, your sister, your father, and your uncle's sponsor."

"Clover's not in on it. Well, probably. Maybe." Uncle Qrow made a face. "I hate that guy."

"I think you're the only one not invested in pairing me off," the professor said easily. "Regardless, it's good to know that - for now - everything turned out alright. Now that I know that I'll be departing. I have a long explanation to give to a particularly unyielding son, and I expect several forms of retribution as a result."

"Hey," Uncle Qrow said. "Thanks again. There's a very small number of people who would drop everything and come here, and almost all of them are on the other side of that door."

The professor smiled. "It was nothing, truly. Anyone would do it."

"Not anyone, and that's the point." Uncle Qrow released Ruby and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Oz and aaaaaaaww, he was hugging someone! Ruby watched in rapt attention as the professor froze, surprised, before smiling and returning the gesture. His face was soft, the same way Dad's was when he was talking about Mom or watching her and Yang, the same way Uncle Qrow's was when he was in a good mood, and Ruby wished very suddenly that she had her phone for a picture to show Yang. It was heartwarming.

"All right, pipsqueak, let's see if we can find something to eat in this joint."


Weiss looked at her list and frowned.

Clothes (5 days) - Underwear (5 days) - Brush - Comb - Toiletries (toothbrush, toothpaste, lotion, shampoo, conditioner, chapstick) - Technology (laptop, phone, chargers, harddrive, wireless internet) - Important Papers (checkbook, bank statements, social security card, birth certificate, medical history) - School (notebooks, textbooks, backpack, gym clothes?) Personal (pictures? books? ….?

Things with her father were getting intolerable. She was having a harder and harder time holding her tongue against the usual diatribe her father would spout when he came home angry from another protest or from reporters hounding him about rumors of some misconduct somewhere in the company or scandal or the election or something. Weiss didn't listen to the news when her father would come home and rant and rave and she didn't like it being discussed in Civics either.

It was worse because she didn't have her friends at the moment. Blake and Yang were still in the hospital from Halloween last week, Yang recovering from surgery for her arm and Blake recovering from being stabbed. Blake was hiding in her room, and when Winter was able to spirit her to the hospital to visit, Blake refused to see anyone. Ruby was still in school, but Weiss knew she couldn't support her sister and family and Weiss's drama. But it made going home so much harder.

And it was election night. Her father, despite all the negativity, had been home all day preening about his upcoming victory. Weiss couldn't stand it.

Which was why she had a list. If Winter had enough to sue for custody, then Weiss planned on leaving in a hurry, so she needed to be ready. A lot of it was already in her room and ready to go. She had her suitcase and gym bag in her closet in easy access. She had started storing her toiletries in her room, and her technology was neatly arranged on her desk so that it would be easy to unplug and throw into a bag. Weiss's closet was already very organized, so it would be easy to grab enough clothes for a few days. It was the important papers that was a problem.

Her checkbook she kept in her room. Her father insisted that once they were all ten, they would have and keep a checking account. Allowances were deposited there for pocket money and they had to learn how to spend and save appropriately. But all the rest? That was in her father's study and she couldn't get them. She had researched custody cases and they could be long and drawn out. The longer her father had those documents, Weiss was scared he'd hold on to them and not let her go because of it.

She frowned and put the list back in it's hiding spot in her suitcase.

With a deep breath, Weiss looked in the mirror and pasted on a smile that was harder and harder to stick. She had to survive dinner with her father and several of his supporters. It was only a few hours. Then her father would insist she get to bed for school the next morning. Whitley would be allowed to stay up and take the day off tomorrow to catch up on sleep. Her jaw clenched, but she still walked demurely downstairs.

Her mother had a glass of wine in hand and Weiss was absolutely certain it wasn't her first. Or second. Whitley was hanging by her father's elbows as the caterer's he'd hired served from the buffet. Weiss waited off to the side, well away from her father, by the piano.

She should have known better.

Her father saw her, smiled his winsome smile and strolled over, dragging the people he was talking to with him. "Of course, you've met my lovely daughter, Weiss." She curtseyed on cue, smile in place. "She's very musically inclined. Sweetie, why don't you sing for us?"

Definitely a tight jaw. She dipped her head. "Father, won't that interfere with hearing the election results? It's still an hour until polling closes."

"Exactly," her father replied with all cheer. "We won't get our victory until later anyway. Give us a song now." And he Looked at her.

Oh yes. Definitely a tight jaw. Painfully so. But she nodded as she was supposed to and sat at the piano.

"...no sheet music….that's talent right there….."

"... didn't know she could sing…."

"... absolutely delightful….

"...be donating to reelection if his parties are like this….pretty young thing…"

Weiss took a deep breath and focused.

"Mirror, Mirror…"

Hmmm. Perhaps Professor Ozpin was correct about her parallels with Snow White.

And it made her father frown that she chose this song. Back when Winter was in college, she'd had to take a GER class and had chosen song composition. Winter had written this song. Her partner did the music. Naturally, Winter had shared it and Weiss had immediately learned it as fast as she could. The fact that it started all smooth and sophisticated and then dropped into rock was just the ideal choice. Her father couldn't interrupt her, not without seeming like a fool since he had suggested it. It was another small way of rebelling, like wearing her hair to the side.

She finished to applause, and she gave a more genuine smile. Tainted as this was, Weiss did enjoy singing and music.

She turned and offered another curtsy. And of course, before anyone could request a song, her father came over to give a hug, as expected. "My daughter is a delight, isn't she? Still, we should probably pay attention to the polls. Even if they haven't closed, tallies are being made."

Yup, Weiss had made him mad. Good. Then she shook her head. The whole point was to not make him mad. That's how she had gotten this far. But she cared less and less for his feelings on things. She wondered why. Therapy? Knowing Winter was going to fight for custody? The support that her friends had been for the last year?

Weiss reminded herself that she was supposed to be in the woodwork right now and not get in the way. With her father and the supporters gathering by the television, she slid to the buffet. Food at last. Granted, eating at these functions wasn't about enjoying so much as enduring her father and making sure he didn't get angry, so food tended to make her stomach turn, but she knew she needed the nutrition.

"I liked that song," one of the caterers said quietly.

"Thank you," Weiss said sincerely. "And thank you for all your work. I know it's your job, but I appreciate it."

"Aw, thanks, kid. That's sweet."

She smiled and stayed by a wall to eat her dinner. And maybe go back for more sweets.

Once the polls closed, the news kept reporting tallies and percentages. Nothing would be fully tallied until much later, and with her father running for such a small, local office, it wasn't getting the same coverage. But Weiss knew her father had big plans. This election was just a stepping stone.

Her mother swayed by and attempted to talk to her.

"Mother," Weiss let out a heavy sigh. "Let's get you to bed."

"But tonightsss... important…"

"I'll tell Father you're not feeling well."

"Jussssst lemme get shhhhome wine…"

"You've had enough, Mother," Weiss said, gently pulling her along.

"Don't be mean 'ta me, 'm your mosther…."

"Yes, Mother."

And like she always did, Weiss put her mother to bed. She went to her room just to check the mirror and make sure everything was in place, and headed back downstairs. Her father was at the couch, Whitley beside him, supporters around him, checking phones for poll updates, discussing strategies for when her father was in office, etc. Her father hadn't even noticed her mother leaving. That wasn't a surprise.

So Weiss let out a very long, very silent sigh and took a seat at the counter. She didn't pull out her phone so that she looked attentive, and prepared to die of boredom until her father sent her to bed.

"...can't wait for Jaques to get in…."

"...course his family is here…."

"...the oldest isn't…."

"...back in California setting up something for Atlas…"

"...like Jaques' promises…. save money once he's in…."

"...hear his tax reforms…. won't have to pay to accomodate disabled anymore…."

Professor Ozma immediately sprung to Weiss's mind and she started scanning the supporters.

"...not my fault they get injured…. why should I pay for them….."

"...know….you can't work, that's not my problem….."

Ruby, holding back tears as she explained that Yang might never be able to use her arm again. Jaw tight, Weiss stood.

"Exactly, just do your job right, and you won't get hurt."

Weiss walked right up to the man. "You can leave," she said icily, reaching for how her sister could act. She kept her back straight and her arms behind her back.

"Excuse me?"

"I said you could leave," she repeated calmly. "I am the heiress of the Schnee Construction Company. If you can't have basic human empathy for people injured outside of their control, you can get out."

"Listen, girl-"

"I said leave!"

Voices quieted, people were starting to stare at her, but Weiss didn't pick up on it.

"No spoiled child will-"

"You don't get it. You've never had to suffer. You've never had to work harder than everyone else to get less. Therefore, you don't get to talk. Now leave."

"Now see here, young lady-"

"Ah, Weiss, you're clearly tired," her father cut in. "It's time for you to go to bed."

"Father-"

He gripped her wrist. "Come, I'll help you get settled." He turned to his supporters. "Sorry, my friends, you know how delicate young girls can be."

"Father!"

As he walked he gently, but firmly pushed her along. Weiss held her jaw tightly, refusing to make a scene and followed along up to her bedroom. Once inside, her father shut the door behind them.

"Young lady, what do you think you're doing?" he hissed at her.

Weiss knew what she was supposed to do. She was supposed to apologize, offer an excuse for her behavior, and start placating him.

Weiss didn't do what she was supposed to do.

"That man was insulting disabled people like Professor Ozma, who is one of the most brilliant philosophers in the field. Or Stephen Hawking, who has pushed math and physics to their very limits, or-"

"I don't care," her father growled. "Why did you do that to a supporter? We are supposed to present a united front-"

"Oh please, you don't want a united front you want puppets-"

"You are grounded. This angsty teenage rebellion of yours is over. If you can't be responsible for your actions, we'll withdraw you and put you into a boarding school. That will straighten you up. You are not to be a disgrace to this family."

Her father towered over her and Weiss had had enough.

"You don't care about this family," Weiss retorted. "You only married into this family for Grandfather's money and the family name. You're so greedy you-"

He slapped her.

Wide-eyed, Weiss struggled to process what just happened. A trembling hand came up to her cheek, but it stung so badly, she couldn't touch it.

"You are done, daughter."

Her father was still speaking, and Weiss turned to look, but she wasn't really hearing him.

"Tomorrow, after I've won, we're going to find a very nice, very far away military school for you."

"You can't do that!" Weiss said shakily, trying to keep up when her face was still stinging because of all inconceivable things her father had hit her. "I'm the heiress, how would the press-"

"Ex-heiress, daughter," her father said flatly. "You are not my heir anymore. Whitley will be. God knows, he's been better at it than you."

"What?"

"Good night, daughter."

He left.

Weiss collapsed onto her bed, crying. No! Don't take away school! The one place I'm free! Everything about the night hit her all at once, and she sobbed for a good long while. Whywhywhywhywhywhy….. After she was out of tears, she looked around and sighed. She was numb. Her mind was too full. So she grabbed a book and sat down to read.

Shortly afterward, Whitley came in. "You know not to upset Father," he said snidely.

"That's impossible," she replied, turning a page.

"I don't get him mad."

Weiss offered a flat look. "Mother takes the brunt of it. When she was here Winter took the rest of it. Then she got into Berkeley. I'm taking the rest of it now. When I graduate, it'll be your turn."

Whitley waved that away. "That's four years from now. I'll only have a few years left before I leave. Besides, I don't antagonize him."

She sighed. "Whitley, you can't appease father all the time without destroying yourself. Winter realized that when she finally got away from him. I'm realizing it now. Father can't ever be satisfied."

"You're the one antagonizing him," he said. "I don't. We both know better."

Weiss looked hard at her brother. "I don't care what Father thinks anymore. I don't care about trying to placate him and appease him. I don't care if something I want upsets him. I want to be happy. Don't you want to be happy?"

"I am."

"You're not. Now get out."

Whitley shook his head and left.


Weiss was determined. She stayed by her door with it open a crack, listening carefully. Polling always took time to tally and close polls could sometimes take weeks to tally across the country. But her father was looking at a local race. If it was close, it might take into the next day. But the sounds coming from downstairs weren't good. The few whispers she could hear mentioned that her father was behind. Then about how far a gap he was behind. And then there was discussion on when he should call to concede his defeat.

A very dark part of her took delight that he had tanked at the election and by a huge amount.

Good.

She made sure her laptop was off and set the alarm on her phone and went to bed. She was going to need some rest.

At three a.m. her alarm went off and she quickly silenced it and turned her phone off. Poking her head out the hall, the house was quiet. Father had probably just gone to bed.

With great care and as much silence as she could, Weiss started to pack. All her school things went into her backpack. Clothes and toiletries were stuffed into her suitcase. Everything else went into her gym bag. She carefully went through her room, checking against her list and seeing if anything else caught her eye to grab.

Nodding to herself, Weiss carefully brought each bag down to the back door, one at a time so she didn't overbalance and make any sort of noise. On the kitchen table she left a note.

Call Winter.

In the garage she looked at her bike, then at her bags.

Nope, that wasn't going to work. She'd have to walk. So she grabbed a flashlight and very carefully balanced her backpack and gymbag, pulled out the handle of her suitcase, and set off. It would take two hours to cross town to where the Xiao Long family was, but Weiss was fine with that. She'd arrive, drop her things off, and go to school. She'd go home with Ruby. Hopefully she'd have a chance to call Winter, but she wouldn't use her phone for that. She didn't want her father finding her that way.

It was a long walk in the dark. Her flashlight helped on the private roads and by five a.m. when she was going through downtown, people were awake and on their way to work. She kept her hood down and just kept walking. She stayed to well lit streets and avoided Dust, where Yang and Blake had been attacked, by five blocks.

Weiss was getting tired. She hadn't had much sleep and she hadn't had time to study for the quiz they were going to have in Geometry. Still, she may not ace it, but she'd probably get a B and then do corrections? There had been a rumor that History might have a pop quiz, but she didn't know how much she believed that…

She paused on Main Street, taking a deep breath. Glancing around, she pulled down her scarf and stared at the donut shop on the corner…. But shook her head. She didn't want anyone seeing her. So she squared her aching shoulders, moved her wheeled suitcase to her other hand and shifted her gym bag and started off again.

It was six a.m. when she finally turned onto the correct street, her feet and shins were shooting stabbing pains up her legs, she was hunched forward with all the weight she was carrying, her back ached, her hand was almost permanently disfigured into clutching her suitcase, and the chilly morning just seemed to have completely soaked into her.

At six fifteen, she worked to get her heavy feet up the front steps, drag her suitcase up with both hands, and let out a heavy sigh before ringing the doorbell.

There wasn't much noise inside. Yang was still in the hospital after all, so it was just Mr. Xiao Long and Ruby, but that was fine. She just needed to drop off her stuff, hopefully call Winter, and get to school. She could catch some sleep on the bus.

Weiss tiredly rang the doorbell again. Hmm, what else was on her to-do list? Her mind was so numb right now…. Quiz. History. No, Geometry? No, the pop-quiz was in Geometry and the quiz was in History. Or was it Science? Ergh, she was just so tired.

And where was Ruby? Were they at the hospital?

Weiss just wanted to sit down. Lie down. Let her bags drop, but she didn't dare because she wouldn't be able to put them back on again if she did.

Think, Weiss, think. Numb brains not allowed!

If Ruby wasn't here, if they were at the hospital, she'd have to walk to…. Who was closer, Mr. Qrow or Professor Ozpin?

She couldn't think…..

Weiss rang the doorbell again. "Ruby! Please, just answer the door! You have to be here!"

There was a stumble sound inside, then pounding steps.

The door opened in a whoosh and Ruby was there, toothbrush sticking out of her mouth, wide-eyed. "Weiss?"

She saw Mr. Xiao Long turn a corner in the house and he looked surprised.

"Good morning?" Weiss waved, trying to straighten to be polite. Once she did, her bags fell off her back.

"Ummmmm."

"Ruby, don't just stand there, let her in! Take her bags!"

Weiss was ushered in, and ahhhh, it was warm in here. She was gently guided to the couch, she couldn't even say by who, and she figured she could just… lie down for a second…


Author's Notes: This chapter was hard to proof read, because there are pieces in this story that connect directly to our lives. Once in a while you just wake up and realize you can't stay in a bad place anymore, and you leave. Weiss was smart enough to make a plan, but this is a huge, huge, HUGE thing for her to do. And like with Blake last chapter, will ripple through the rest of the fic as a result.

Now half of RWBY is traumatized. Geez, we promise we didn't mean to... But the one-two punch sets a couple of things up for us later.

Honestly there isn't much to say, this chapter kind of speaks for itself. In the meantime we echo election night of season 7 but use a different tragedy: Weiss' escape. And wow, Tai suddenly has a lot on his plate.

Also, Ruby has hug quotas. This entertains us to no end.

Next chapter: Wow Tai has a lot on his plate, the chapter :)