AN: Because of the lack of response to the last chapter, I'm mostly gonna skip a detailed Author Note this chapter. Either way, enjoy.

Revelations: Part Two

Bryce used what little strength he had to push back the Nekropsychi that had penetrated his stomach. With sufficient space between him and his attacker, he directed most of what remained of his creation energy to regenerate the damage instantly and repair the damage to the armor. The repercussions of doing this instantly hit him just a moment later.

Bryce opened up his helmet to breath in gasps of air as pain racked his body. The Nekropsychi didn't wait for him to recover, as it tried to kick him while he was down. Bryce barely responded in time, diving out of the way, before rolling into a combat stance.

"Bryce, you need to evacuate everyone here," Alpha's voice was monotone, his base programming causing him to focus on nothing more than safely and quickly dispatching of the Nekropsychi.

"That's a great idea, but I can't exactly get them to move!" Bryce shouted as he closed his helmet again, any growing fear he had disappearing as the suits functions kicked in once again.

"Acknowledged. Scanning nearby options for possible solutions," Alpha was silent as Bryce began to battle the monster in the office in earnest. Bryce charged the armored demon before swinging his sword. A boney blade manifested from the Nekropsychi arm, blocking the strike. Bryce spun the blade in his hand throwing the Nekropsychi's arm to the side, opening it up to a shot from Bryce's left hand, or more specifically, the Desert Eagle that resided within it. The impact of the bullet caused the Nekropsychi to stumble backward, but otherwise seemed to do no more outward damage. The Nekropsychi only growled before disappearing in a moment of pure speed that left it invisible to the human eye. Keyword being human.

Bryce deflected the strike aimed for his heart, blood pumping as the Nekropsychi spun and kicked him in the side, sending him rolling across the floor. Rolling to his feet, Bryce grimaced as the Nekropsychi continued its brutal onslaught. It was strong, and insanely fast. It was probably stronger than him, but he hoped it wasn't by very much. For what seemed like hours, even if it was only five minutes, the two combatants danced one of the most deadliest dances ever to happen on Remnant. It was faster than any huntsman could move and the strength of the blows they traded shook the very air.

As the two fought, panic overtook Beacon, many students believing it to be an remnant quake or grimm attack. As they all rushed for the safety shelters, they failed to notice the copious amounts of smoke and debris coming from the headmaster's office. Their rush to get to the shelters putting them further and further away from one of the most dangerous monsters to roam Remnant.

Bryce was breathing heavily as he and the Nekropsychi both took a step back, creating a brief lull in their duel for dominance. It was then Alpha voiced his findings.

"Possible solution found. Subject Lie Ren, age Seventeen, home Kuroyuri, orphan, close relations to Nora Valkyrie," Alpha spouted off facts for a second.

"Get to why this is important, Alpha!" Bryce shouted as he again attacked the creature of his nightmares.

"Semblance: Mask of Emotions. Causes Ren and those he imbues with his semblance to be less affected or even immune briefly to negative emotions. Hides him from sensing powers of Grimm."

"Where are you getting this?!" Bryce yelled in annoyance. If Alpha had known this the whole time, and just chosen not to tell him, he wouldn't be very happy about it.

"Personal Student Files, Professor Ozpin's Archive." That explained a lot actually.

"Well," Bryce grunted as he blocked a particularly powerful blow that shattered a nearby wall, "What do you suggest."

"A necessary use of energy to briefly free student Lie Ren and allow him to use his own semblance."

"I can't exactly do that right now," Bryce pointed out as he swung his sword in an ar. "I'm using my remaining creation energy to enhance myself, and we both know destruction energy isn't too good at positive things."

Acknowledged. Only possible solution is the use of Omni-energy," Bryce choked slightly, causing him to take a particularly powerful kick that sent him careening higher into the sky.

"Are you crazy Alpha, I can't use that!" Bryce cut off the offending limb that had hurt him before only for it to regrow it again. Bryce silently cursed that broken ability of theirs to regenerate damage without creation energy.

"I see no physical or mental problems that would stop you from being able to use omni-energy," Alpha stated.

"You know what I mean!" Bryce shouted, trading more frenzied blows with the Nekropsychi.

"Saving your energy would endanger yourself, and almost assuredly doom all those that remain in the office. It would also increase your chances of being killed during the fight. The only way to give you a possible chance of survival, as well as everyone else's survival, no matter your condition, would be to use omni-energy."

Bryce growled in anger, but conceded Alpha's point. He hated what he had to do. His only possible way home would be through the use of omni-energy. Using it would make him wait even longer to get home. But it was the only way he could save everyone present. And no matter how hard he looked, there was no way he was just going to let them die. If he were to do that, he might as well kill them all himself. And he couldn't find the lack of a heart to do that.

Bryce dropped beneath a foot aimed for his head before using the last of his creation energy to teleport in front of Ren. Putting a hand to the green monk's chest, Bryce pushed the omni-energy through Ren's nerves, suppressing Ren's own genes that were petrifying his muscles and mind from terror. Ren slowly began to move again, and looked at Bryce in confusion.

"What-"

"Activate your semblance." Ren seemed taken aback.

"Just do it!" Miraculously trusting Bryce, Ren activated his semblance a grey aura surrounding, dulling his regularly bright colors. As soon as he did, another scream emanated from the humanoid monster.

Ren shivered but didn't freeze up again. Bryce blocked the Nekropsychi's blade as it appeared in front of him instantly. He fell into a power struggle with his opponent before he shouted at Ren.

"Use your semblance on everyone in here and get somewhere safe. I can't fight this thing at full capacity with you around."

Ren nodded his head hesitantly before running to the other stock still figures in the office. Bryce ducked underneath the Nekropsychi's other fist before slashing it across the chest. Sparks danced off the boney armor covering its chest, a deep gash carving itself into the chestplate-like bone.

The Nekropsychi growled, before kicking out at Bryce. He dodged to the left, and quickly blocked a blade meant for his heart. Bryce withdrew his pistol once again, as he'd put it away earlier in their previous power struggle. Quickly, he settled himself into the familiar style he'd grown accustomed to using back home.

"Bryce!" Bryce didn't turn as his leg got kicked, before having to scramble to block another strike that tried to take advantage of the moment.

"Not now, Ruby. You need to get out of here," Bryce groaned as he pushed against the pressing weight.

"We can help," Ruby insisted. Giving a brief glance behind him, he could easily see the other ten people that were at the top of the clock tower. Their vibrant colors were dulled by Ren's semblance.

"I told you," Bryce growled, struggling as much as he could against the Nekropsychi, "to get out of here. You'll only make this harder for me." To emphasize his point, Bryce let out a surge of destruction energy, letting it deteriorate the ground, bits of concrete and glass, Floating in the air before breaking into pieces and disappearing.

"You're safer running to safety. I can take this thing, but," Bryce grunted as the Nekropsychi lashed out, "Not with you all here."

"But-"

"GO!"

Reluctantly, Ruby nodded, before leading her team and team JNPR to the stair, Professor Ozpin and Ms. Goodwitch taking up the rear. As soon as they were gone, Bryce sighed as he drew upon the little Omni-energy he had within him, its power spreading through his body. The clouds began to swirl above him.

Bryce was startled by hearing a double-toned voice once again. "Your powers are a threat to us."

It was the Nekropsychi speaking, but he had a feeling it wasn't the monster on thoughts.

"Who are you?"

"You know who we are, foreigner." The name made Bryce seethe in anger.

"You're the deity, aren't you?"

"We are the deities."

Bryce shivered. Deities were the literal physical forms of the universe, its consciousness, its desires. For a universe to have two deities guiding it, it needed to be important… and that meant nothing but bad news that he'd caught their attention.

"Why didn't you say anything to me earlier?"

The Nekropsychi simply raised a hand towards Bryce before responding. "They need not know of our existence. Better that they not understand what truly controls the balance. Especially when they are to lose someone they have come to see as a friend to that balance.

The laster that was fired from the Nekropsychi's hand took Bryce by surprise, Bryce barely having enough time to solidify omni-energy around his chest to tank the blast. Flying through the air, Bryce barely righted himself in time to block the deities blade. They stood at a stand still for a moment before the Nekropsychi was hit by a blast of lightning, giving Bryce some space to recover as it flew back. It growled when it finally stopped, a light burn mark present on its chest.

Bryce stood, weapons at the ready, storm clouds brewing above him. Circling around him were rocks and rubble from the office, bits of fire and ice that he'd created from spinning rapidly around him.

"Sorry, but dying isn't on the agenda till I get home."

…

Ruby Rose wasn't sure what was going on. Her memories of the moments before Ren's semblance calmed her were scattered and disjointed. She remembered Bryce donning some really cool looking armor she was going to ask him about later. Then a scream, and petrifying terror. The only other memory she had in between the scream and Ren's semblance, was Bryce in front of her, the humanoid Grimm thing's arm stabbed through his stomach.

She remembered Bryce's robot buddy, who was also awesome, referring to a monster coming towards them that he'd called a Neck-ro-si-key, or something like that. She just hadn't exactly expected it to be so scary. Or powerful.

As she ran down to the safety bunker beneath beacon, she couldn't help but worry. Worry about the monster Bryce was fighting, worry about said alien, worry for her team, team JNPR… herself.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" Ruby asked everyone as they ran. Ozpin was the one to answer.

"I trust that Mr. Anderson can handle this creature. From what he said earlier to Ms. Goodwitch and myself, he has previous experience fighting the Nekropsychi. I think we just need to worry about keeping ourselves safe."

Ruby wanted to trust Professor Ozpin. She really did. But she couldn't help but worry. She tried to focus on the task of getting to safety, but was constantly distracted by thoughts of how the fight must be going.

Blake was thinking about their alien friend as well. She couldn't bring herself to forgive herself for her harsh words to him. What he'd gone through wasn't too far from what she'd gone through as a faunus. The only difference was the amount of war and trauma they'd went through. And she'd judged him so harshly, just because of what he was. Because of what the media had said people like him were like. She wanted to find the opportunity to apologize for those thoughts, but the fight above them left her unsure she'd ever have the chance.

Weiss felt terrible. She'd acted just like her father when Bryce told them the truth. A man she'd promised she'd never be like. But just then, she'd done exactly that. She'd judged someone and assumed the worst of them, all because of the fact that they were different. She understood why he'd hidden himself. An alien on Remnant wouldn't be taken with acceptance. Many scientists would want to study him, probe him, hurt him, all for their own benefit. No doubt the Atlas military would want to use him to make their army stronger, militarizing him as much as possible. Though, due to the display earlier with the Grimm, and the small bit of the fight she'd caught earlier, Bryce was already more combat effective than anyone on Remnant.

Yang herself was worrying over something else entirely. From what Bryce had briefly explained about Nekro-whatever they were called, they targeted Bryce's species, Septonians if she remembered correctly, before anything else. So, why had it tried to attack Ruby? She'd barely caught and remembered the monster looking at Ruby before charging at her, only for Bryce to get in the way and save the small crimsonette. For that, she gave him kudos and all the respect she could give, but it still worried her. What was so special about her sister that it'd tried to kill her?

All of team RWBY's thoughts were dashed as a boulder came careening through the window. It rolled right in front of them, smashing through multiple classrooms. All ten of the people in the group stared in shock at what had just happened. At the sound of thunder and the tell-tale flash of lightning, everyone looked up and their surprise only grew.

The fight between Bryce and the monster was way beyond anything any of them had ever seen. Bryce hands moved around, acting as if they were hurling objects at the Nekropsychi. As if they were actually thrown, different objects that were floating around him attacked with his movements, rocks, water, ice, even lightning from the storm above him obeying his commands. The Nekropsychi simply dodged or deflected the attacks. It was only when it took a particularly harsh blast to the back from a stream of fire that it retaliated in a terrifying manner. It raised its hand, a black, crystalline shield absorbing the rest of the attacks. The moment Bryce's onslaught stopped, the shield broke apart into multiple different smaller pieces. The shards formed fast spinning discs that flew at Bryce. Bryce simply crossed his arms like an X in front of him. From the ground shot large tree roots, following his movements, blocking the attacks just barely, the discs cutting halfway through the roots before shattering into tiny pieces.

Bryce readied his sword and charged the Nekropsychi, a sonic boom shattering any remaining glass in the building, as he blurred from view. At this point, most of the onlookers lost sight of the combatants, only seeing the occasional movement of missed attacks, and hearing the blasting sound of metal on bone. The only way they could tell they were still fighting was the waves of air and powerful ripples that constantly bombarded them from the fighters clashes, bringing all but Ozpin to their knees.

Ozpin simply looked on in awe. Even with his Semblance slowing things down, he could barely follow the movements of the fighters above him. He caught breif glimpses of their blades clashing. Neither one gave ground, only taking glancing blows, each regenerating most of the damage. Ozpin had seen and fought in many battles that went beyond the bounds of normal huntsman, even maidens to a degree. But this… this was a level of power even he couldn't dream of possessing.

Ms. Goodwitch was barely containing her shock. She'd understood the young man was powerful, but this… this was an entirely different level. It was beyond insane. This went beyond the power of Dust, or even the maidens and Ozpin. It was like two God's clashing. And she wasn't sure how she felt about one of those gods being a sixteen year old boy who wanted to go home.

They all stood in silence as ozpin shakily sipped what remained of his coffee. "Wel…" he commented as he watched the fight unfold. "This will be difficult to explain to James."

…

"The fight was going nowhere fast. Bryce wasn't strong enough to overpower a Nekropsychi directly controlled by deities. He was only sixteen after all, it took years of training and experience and growth to achieve that kind of strength. Something very few Septonians had achieved, for obvious reasons.

Bryce's mind was on autopilot. He acted instinctively, using his powers to throw attacks at the Nekropsychi, no longer trying to formulate a plan.

Duck, block, stab, dodge, slash, fire, dodge again. Bryce was no longer worried about perfect stance or style. He was in pure survival mode, his drive to not die having taken over all his functions.

It wasn't until a double-toned voice broke through his subconscious did he really think about what he was doing.

"Your resistance is a mistake."

"Well, I'm sorry that i don't quite like the idea of dying. Crazy how that works."

Bryce slashed at the Nekropsychi, only for it to block the strike and lash out with its tail. Bryce dodged and retaliated with a kick to its side. The hit landed, giving Bryce a moment more to continue the attack.

Striking again with his sword, Bryce feinted another overhead swing, only to fire four round into his opponents chest when it raised its blade to block. This caused it to stumble, giving Bryce the opportunity to strike its chest again. Before the block connected, the Nekropsychi slammed its fist into Bryce's gut, sending him tumbling into a boulder still floating around. As he tried to shake off the dizziness he felt from the blow, only to be hit again by the Nekrpsychi's blade. He barely recovered in time to block an attack meant for his heart. Bryce growled as pain erupted in his shoulder, another blade protruding from its other wrist, impaled through his skin.

Snapping the second blade with a twist of his body, turning with his blade to swing in a large area. The attack was blocked and the two fighters began to trade blows quickly once again.

"If I'm such a problem," Bryce asked as he ducked underneath the Nekropsychi's tail, "Why not just send me home? It'd make our lives a lot easier."

"Can you send a virus out of your body because you want it gone?"

Bryce was slightly taken aback by the answer, giving the Nekropsychi to kick him in the gut. He grunted out an answer as he blocked another kick.

"No, I can't."

Their blades locked and the Nekropsychi leaned forward, it's eyes narrowing in on Bryce's "Then do not ask us to do the same."

The Nekropsychi continued to attack Bryce, pressing its advantage as much as possible. Its blades were almost a blur, its movements losing any predictability. Bryce desperately defended against the attacks, barely keeping up. In a desperate attempt to put some distance between him and the demon before him. He thrust his hand forward and exerted the last of his destruction energy in a surge of plasma. The super heated energy blasted forward, encasing the Nekropsychi, melting limbs that were unprotected.

When the energy finally dissipated, Bryce was gasping for air. To even damage the Nekropsychi, he'd had to heat that to five times the temperature of a normal star. He'd only survived due to the thick layer of Omni-energy he'd coated himself in.

"Is it dead?" Bryce asked Alpha. Alpha was silent for a moment and the silence was scaring Bryce.

"I do not sense its presence anywhere nearby. I think for now, you are -SHK!" Alpha was cut off by the screaming of metal as Bryce's suit was torn open by a boney blade that slammed through Bryce's body from behind, penetrating one of his lungs.

"Gack!" Bryce coughed out blood, the red liquid covering his visor. To not choke on his own blood, Bryce willed his helmet to fold back. As soon as it was gone, Bryce swung his head back, clocking the own Nekropsychi's mask, cracking it in half. As it recoiled, Bryce fell forward enough to get himself off the blade and heal himself. The action left him little energy to work with. He'd already been obscenely low on Omni-energy when the fight began, but now he was two minutes away from being dried up. He needed a way out of this situation and fast.

"There has to be another way to solve this than killing me!" Bryce shouted as the possessed monster charged him. It attacked with a brutality it hadn't shown before. It seems his plasma attack had only angered it more than it already was. As Bryce neared the end of his reserved, he flung out a desperate strike, hoping to kill the Nekropsychi before it killed him. He was rewarded with the sight of his blade sinking deep into the monster's chest, sparks flying from its bones as it buried itself into its boney chestplate. There was a brief feeling of accomplishment and hope, only for it to be shattered as the feared blade pierced his heart. The last remaining energy drained out of him to keep him alive just a while longer.

"Please," Bryce choked out, the fear of dying getting to him, "Anything…"

The Deities were silent for a moment before speaking. "We will give your life to fate if you agree to what we say."

"I'll do it." Bryce said quickly, feeling his consciousness begin to fade.

"Never use your powers to this extent, ever again. Do you swear on your soul to abide by this."

"Yes." Bryce gasped. Instead of responding, the Deities influence simply disappeared from the Nekropsychi, its red eyes fading to nothing, leaving pure black slits, its mask losing its beautiful stripes. Without the Deities influence gone, only a common Nekropsychi remained. The damage Bryce had tone to it, and the sword it was currently impaled on killed it the moment the power of the Deities faded.

The Nekropsychi letting out a dying scream before it shriveled up into a ball of black mist. With nothing left to support him in air, Bryce's body began to fall to the ground. As he fell, he watched Beacon instantly change from a destroyed battleground to the pristine condition it'd once been in. Probably the deities fixing the damage they'd both caused.

Bryce was sure he was going to die. He never really seemed to be on Fate's good side. And the damage he'd taken was sure to kill him within the next few minutes if he didn't die from this fall.

Before he hit the ground, Bryce thought back to his family and Natalie. He felt bad he wouldn't be able to say goodbye. He felt sure he wouldn't survive any longer than an hour, most definitely not without his powers. But what truly hurt was knowing they'd never have a body to bury, no last words for him, nothing. He hoped that one day they could forgive him for dying here. He just hoped it was long before they met him in the next life.

…

Jaune Arc was running faster than he ever had before. He'd been frozen in awe as he watched the battle between Bryce and Nekropsychi go down. It'd only been when Bryce had been stabbed through his chest. Now he was running with his team and team RWBY towards the plummeting body of Bryce. Bryce's body was seconds from hitting the ground when Jaune got an idea.

"Pyrrha!" Jaune shouted as they run. When she looked at him, he pointed to Bryce. "The suit! Slow down the suit!"

Pyrrha didn't seem to understand what he was saying for a moment before she too realized what he had. Bryce's suit was, as far as they could tell, made of metal. That meant Pyrrha could use her semblance on it.

Jaune watched in silence as Pyrrha stretched out her hand, and grabbed Bryce's armor with her polarity. The blue and purple suit was surrounded by an opaque, black aura, Bryce's descent slowed, but he was falling too fast for Pyrrha to stop him entirely without hurting him. Bryce hit the ground hard, and the distinct sound of metal cracking and bones breaking reached the rushing groups ears.

Eleven people surrounded Bryce's still body, Ms. Goodwitch taking point. She put her fingers to his neck and felt for a pulse. What she got was a slow, weak thump. Bryce was on the very cusp of death.

Looking over him, they were surprised to see the minimal amount of damage he'd taken. His suit was torn in multiple places but in each of those spots, Bryce looked relatively fine. Except for his broken arm and the bleeding hole in his chest. While most of the damage had been sealed, he still had a hole clear through his chest, multiple organs torn or hanging limply. Bryce's chest was ever so slow to rise and fall. Blood seeped forebodingly on the ground.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Ruby whispered. No one had the heart to tell her the reality of the situation. The cold, cruel unforgiving reality that she'd never had to truly face up until this point.

"Bryce's body without the necessary creation or omni-energy to properly heal his wounds. Without immediate medical aide, he will die within the next ten minutes," Alpha's voice startled everyone slightly, but his words only made the atmosphere feel more heavy and cold than it had before.

"Can't his aura save him?" Ruby asked innocently. It'd be funny how little she really understood if someone who'd fought tooth and nail to save them weren't dying before them.

"Ms. Rose, Bryce has been artificially creating aura through his powers since the beginning of his time on Remnant. Without them, he can not create an aura. And that is ignoring the blatantly obvious fact that Creation and Omni energy are better at healing damage taken than aura ever could be."

Something about that statement bugged Jaune. Bryce had artificially been creating aura, Jaune could accept that. After everything he'd just seen Bryce do, that was a simple thing to accept. But that meant he'd never truly had his aura unlocked. Which possibly meant…

"We can unlock his aura." Everyone looked to Jaune in confusion.

"Uh, Vomit Boy, have you not been paying attention? The robot just told us Bryce can't make an aura right now."

"No, just listen. Alpha said he was creating aura through his powers, right?" Everyone nodded, acknowledging the truth of the statement. "That means he's been using a false aura this entire time. The reason he didn't have a semblance that came with that aura was because it wasn't actually his soul. Which means-"

"We can unlock it now and he'll have aura for real." Ruby finished a look of hope spreading across her face.

"It is possible, but a dangerous idea," Alpha's words caused a sliver of doubt in their hearts.

"What do you mean?" Nora cocked her head to the side. "It's just unlocking his aura? What's so dangerous about that?"

"Septonian souls do not act like human and faunus souls. So what is possible and normal for humans and faunus, could be dangerous for a Septonian."

"How so?"

"Septonian souls also contain their DNA. As Septonians can edit the world around them, to keep them from making permanent unintentional changers, their DNA is tied to their soul, meaning that unlocking his soul could possibly damage that DNA."

Yang huffed. "Well it's either that or let him die, so make a choice or I will."

"Yang!" Weiss glared, but Yang brushed her off.

"No! I am not going to let someone who saved my sister when I couldn't die when there's the slightest chance in hell that I can save him ! So make your darn choice NOW!"

Everyone was quiet, mulling over Yang's word, and looking to the sword in which the Artificial Intelligence deemed as Bryce's guid resided. Finally, Alpha gave an answer.

"Ozpin. I believe as Bryce trusts you the most you should be the one to unlock his aura."

Ozpin nodded to the A.I. "It would be my pleasure." Kneeling down next to the armored youth. Putting a hand to his wounded chest, Ozpin spoke the words none present would ever forget.

"For it is in time that we achieve immortality. Only through this can you become an honest more simple soul. Great are the trials and infinite your duty. I give you this burden and release your soul, and by my hand, honor thee."

As soon as Ozpin finished the mantra, his green aura lowed as a burst of wind erupted from Bryce, blowing through the hair of all those present. It felt calm, relaxing even. They all watched in awe as a dark, Navy blue aura settled around Bryce, and they heard his breathing get lighter, his wound finally beginning to seal fully.

"His vitals are stabilizing. We can now safely transport him to medical personnel." Everyone let out a sigh of relief. Bryce was going to live. He didn't die.

…

Universe H1

It was rainy in Spiti. The clouds had been releasing enough to cause flash floods left and right. Not that it mattered, as with Septonians powers they were stopped before they did any real damage. But that wasn't what had made the day somber and sorrowful. Today was the funeral of Bryce Anderson and many of his friends and family were gathered together to bury a surrogate body they'd made, as they had no way to retrieve the real one.

Black umbrellas covered the many people in attendance. All except seven people. Miles Draugher, Bailey Simmons, Natalie Viewman, and the Anderson family stood next to the grave.

Bailey stood next to Miles, hugging him tightly as they both cried. Natalie herself was on her knees balling, looking at the casket below her in denial, like reality and what she believed couldn't connect.

Eliza cried into Zach's chest, as their daughter's did the same, clutching to their father for support. He wasn't doing much better than them, barely constraining his own tears.

Four days before, the same day that they'd felt the Cardia connection flare up, signalling a devastating injury, their connection to him simply shattered as if it no longer existed. And that only happens when a person was killed by a Nekropsychi. He'd lost the battle. A funeral had been scheduled and arrangements made.

After a while, they finally threw the ceremonial flowers onto the casket and tossed the first bits of dirt onto the casket, leaving the rest for the graveyard managers. They all left to the small meeting house they'd rented for speeches and a small dinner.

When everyone settled into the building, Miles walked up to the stand at the front of the meeting hall. He gulped loudly, swallowing the best he could his powerful emotions.

"You know… I've never been the best with words, but today, I've been finding it easier than normal to voice my thoughts.

"Brye and I have been best friends since we were four years old. We met in preschool in the weirdest of ways. At the time, I was taller than Bryce, though later on that didn't last much longer." The audience chuckled. "But putting that aside, I wanted to be the tough kid, so I began to push everyone around. When I pushed Bryce, he simply glared at me and pushed me back."

"For some reason, that stuck with me, and I asked him to be my friend. Weirdly enough, he agreed. It wasn't nine years later that we fought in our first real battle together." Miles laughed. "I remember I was so scared of dying I didn't want to even leave the bunker. But Bryce wouldn't let me. He told me as he dragged me towards the fight, 'If you can't fight for yourself, fight for those behind you so that they won't see combat.' After we won the fight, Bryce called us blood brothers and told me 'if one of us dies, the other one has to make sure that they never stop moving, never stop growing. That they can hopefully achieve everything the other always hoped for.' When I mentioned how that was grimm thought to be having at age thirteen, he just laughed it off."

Miles bit back tears before he continued. "Bryce dreamed of peace. While he was often a realist, his one claim to naivety as he put it was the dream that one day we could live in harmony with everyone around us. A dream… he'll no longer get to see."

Miles felt tears flow, his throat restricting as powerful emotions overtook him. "Now, more than ever, do his words ring true. We can't let this stop us or detriment us. We have to keep fighting, keep pushing, keep growing until we can finally, one day achieve his dream. We need to work our hardest to do the best we can to make the world a naive dreamers' paradise. In his memory. Otherwise, what's the point of remembering him at all."

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