Growing up Billy had rarely stayed in one place for long. It started when he, sick of Vacuo's foster system, decided to become a runaway. And then later when Tawny took him in the only thing that remained constant was their traveling tea shop and even it didn't last forever. Pharos academy helped him grow a lot but despite Professor Wayne's attempts it wasn't home.

And now here he was in the Arc's household, stuck inside a boy's body with no way to leave.

It wasn't that Billy didn't like the spacious house or its residences. Billy's life was always defined by motion, by change. Stability was a distant concept.

The Arc home, a mansion in the town Domremy, was an experience to say the least. The Arc adults were nice, they clearly love their kids very much and although Billy could do without the Arc sisters' constant teasing, Jaune doesn't mind so he'll let it go. However, it was not to say that there weren't problems in the family.

Jaune was staring at his weeping mother, pieces of broken glass laid underneath her feet all the while his father had this look of disappointment on his face. "Jaune, you have to understand. Your aunt died from her job as a huntress, your mother doesn't want to lose you too."

" I-I didn't kno-" The boy stammered but his father cut him off. Neither of them noticed the slowly wilted flower in the room.

" Just go to your room Jaune."

Taking another look at the tear streaming down his mother's face, Jaune complied. The boy dragged himself up the stairs, guilt rose up in waves and flooded his mind. As someone who technically lived inside Jaune's mind, the feeling was suffocating to Billy. Emotions not of his own overwhelmed his senses however Billy just bit his tongue, Jaune already felt guilty enough no need to add to that.

Once he had entered the safe haven of his room, Jaune's eyes watered. Leaning against the closed bedroom door, Jaune let out a sob.

"I didn't mean to-I was just-shouldn't" Jaune stuttered out. "I'm horrible."

" You're not horrible Jaune, you haven't done anything wrong."

" I made mom cry!"

" You didn't know that your aunt died." Even Billy, nine years older, could predict that the woman would burst out in tears at the mention of huntsman. How can Jaune, who just wanted to share his dream with his parents, were to know that.

"It doesn't matter, I shouldn't have."

" Jaune, look. So you made your mother cry. What's done is done, you can't change that." Billy asserted, much harsher than he would have liked. " What are you going to do now?"

" Huh?"

" Do you still want to become a huntsman ?" At Jaune's silence, Billy continued. " Even if your parents won't let you train to be one? "

" That's not true," Jaune protested. " I still have another year to convince them."

" And what ? Made your mother cry again ?" Billy winced when tears swelled up in Jaune's eyes once again. Nearby, a crack suddenly appeared in the window. Taking a deep breath, Billy tried another tactic. "Jaune, you do know that being a huntsman is very dangerous right?"

" Yeah, dad told me." Jaune muttered, his guilt now replaced with dejection. This made Billy falter. Tawny had always encouraged Billy to follow his dream and Billy wanted to do the same thing to Jaune. But at the same time, it was hard to do so. Perhaps it was because of his regret of making Jaune a host for his soul without consent.( Or maybe Billy was just tired of people he cared about dying)

"But I still want to do it though." Jaune said suddenly. Wiping away his tears he continued. " I'm gonna be a hero just like you."

"Kiddo. I'm just a voice in your head. I-"

" But you are!" Jaune affirmed. "You saved me from the bad men when I was younger. I saw it!"

Billy paused. Although he tried his best to be honest with Jaune, Billy had never really brought up their first meeting. Normally he would skirt around it, making up some embellished details to cover up the whole story. " You remembered that?"

"Yeah, and I also know that you tried to fight off Grimm for me, too."

Dread began to fill Billy, maybe framing their first story as a bedtime story wasn't a good idea. But he only did it once years ago, there was no way a kid like Jaune would remember….right?

" So that's why I'm gonna be just like you." Jaune declared finally and Billy, for the first time in what? Six years?, felt like his heart was going to stop. To be like him? Arrogantly rushed into a battle thinking power would solve anything? Dying like an idiot because he was too stubborn to run?

"No," Billy decided. "You're going to be better."