Originally RP'd between Pyrrha-of-the-Grimm and snuckintobeacon. This is a transcription of our tumblr RP so apologies for the odd syntax and structure. As i transcribed this, i tried to make it as coherent as possible.

Thank you for the huge support! My cohort and I are extremely pleased and happy to see everyone enjoying our little AU! We are also cackling, remembering the early arcs that we concocted. Hehehehehehehehe.

"I can't imagine why she'd do that. I am," she stopped for a moment, "I was completely loyal to her. I didn't even know of you until the auction."

Pyrrha shook herself, taking a seat as she tore into the dried meat. It didn't do much for her, but it was something.

"Here try the chicken, it's better," he pushed over the plate as he focused on the noodles. "If I were her though, I'd want backup plans. I mean every villain has a backup plan right? Even for their closest allies? At least in the comics," he drank the last of his bottle.

She cocked her head to the side, not knowing what he meant by comics.

"She had contingencies for Cinder, yes. Trying to get all the Maiden powers, if she turned on her she'd be a great threat," she said, picking up the chicken now. It tasted better than the jerky at least.

"And she probably had one for you…" he mumbled, pushing away the empty plates as he stared longingly at the pictures on the walls.

He had collected them over the years and reprinted their memories of Beacon and after. Looking at them was calming.

'She wouldn't have, would she?' Pyrrha thought to herself. 'Cinder was a soul, so of course she'd have a contingency to get rid of her, but she was Grimm. She'd been 100% loyal to her mother; there was no reason to doubt that. Yet here she was now, cut off and working with another soul.'

"Oh, hang on," he swayed to his feet, "I've got something to give you."

"Oh," Pyrrha said.

"Follow me," Jaune said which was funny because he couldn't walk in a straight line.

He made it down the halls to where the officers' rooms were and pushed open a door. Inside was his room, disorganized but not messy. Every wall inside was plastered with pictures of his friends and Pyrrha.

He pulled out a large trunk from under his bed, setting it on the mattress. Jaune held his breath for a few moments when he opened its lid. His hands reached in where Pyrrha couldn't see and pulled out something, placing her old tiara in her hands.

Curiosity, confusion, then remembrance were all the emotions that crossed Pyrrha's face. All the pictures were supposedly of herself had her wearing this piece upon her crown. Again she had a flash of memory, however it was not with Jaune or his teammates, but with a two women in garb with hair similar to herself. The couple was passing a wrapped box down to her, the perspective a lot shorter in height within this memory. The box was opened and inside was the very same tiara. Suddenly she was hugging both women.

Again, this memory felt… happy.

"This is…" she trailed off as she came back to reality.

"I went back there after the battle. The tower was swarming and all weird from Cinder and Ruby but it looked like they blew your tiara down when they…" he paused, looking away.

"Everything in this trunk is yours. It was all yoru possessions from our old room, your scroll, notebooks, uniform, and your spare set of armor," he explained.

Pyrrha's reaction had been stupefying to Jaune. Seeing those emotions flash across her face had thrown him into a different state of mind. He felt… hope.

Pyrrha sidled up to the trunk, going through its contents. This was just, she couldn't describe it. Each item seemed to unlock more and more memories that felt ever so much more like her and not someone else.

Was this what she once had, what she had lost- no, what had been taken from her?

Looking at her tiara again, the memory that came changed completely. Cinder stood before her, knocking an arrow into her bow, aimed right at her. She released it, and she felt the impact; the pain, the fear, the loss that she must have felt then she felt again. The woman in red stepped toward her, placing her hand on her tiara, and suddenly the world started to drift away from her.

She gasped when she came to again. How long had she been lost in her head? Had it only been seconds, or maybe minutes, hours, possible even days? She couldn't tell as she tried to calm herself down from that final memory.

Jaune had noticed Pyrrha being to waver and held her in his arms as he watched her eyes dart about. She seemed to be in another world, mumbling so he just held her up until he saw… something familiar return to her eyes.

"Pyrrha… are you okay?" he said, his face hovering close.

There was a very long moment of silence as Pyrrha tried to find words to describe what she'd just experienced, not even taking notice to the fact that she was being held so close by Jaune.

"I… I died. I fought Cinder and… I died. Why was I so stupid to try and do that?" she whispered.

The hands he had around her tensed up and shook. This was not the reaction he was expecting and it shook him to his very core. Tears began to trickle out of his weary eyes as he looked down at her.

"You weren't stupid, you were brave. You did it to protect us, your friends, yoru family, the people you loved," he said finally, the mask of hardship melting from Jaune's face.

"And what did that gain you? A dead friend and a new enemy. She was… I was so foolish, thinking I could fight Cinder," she said, her grip tightening on the edge of the box.

The metal frame of the trunk itself began to give way and shudder.

"Even if I won, what about the Dragon, the Grimm in general? I wouldn't have made it out, and there would be so many fights left to be had!" Pyrrha shouted.

Jaune twirled her around and without warning pressed his lips to hers. For the first time his hands stopped quaking as he stood there for the few precious moments that the kiss lasted.

"That's what you gave me. You probably don't remember that or everything that your sacrifice allowed us to do. With out your… death," he said the word with such guilt and malice, "we could've never survived and saved the people and friends that we did."

Pyrrha was dumb struck when he kissed her. Again, it felt familiar, like it had happened before, but no visual accompanied the nostalgia, just a strange sense of relief and… sadness? When he pulled back, she focused solely on Jaune, hearing what he had to say. She shook her head when he finished, unable to fully accept his words.

"It certainly doesn't feel that way Jaune. Even with these memories returning in bits and pieces, I just can't see how it was for the best. And where are they, our 'friends'? They weren't there to help you get out of Vale," she said, eyeing him.

Jaune suddenly dropped his arms and stepped away. His head dropped so the blonde hair covered his features. He didn't want Pyrrha to see the rage on his face.

"At the battle… Where I fought Salem. They were there, down below on the fields fighting… When I woke up… The only bodies that hadn't disappeared were the Hunters and Huntresses… I didn't have time to search them all… I… I don't know where… If they…" he said quietly.

His rage got the better of him and he drew is sword and sliced at the wall, flailing wildly.

Pyrrha jumped back ready to fight, all too familiar with such an action, only to calm down when the more rational side of her took hold. Did he… Were they…? Names came to her then, and in a weak voice she repeated them.

"Ren? Nora?"

The sword froze mid swing and then dropped from his hand. He stared at the carvings he made into the wall and then turned away, glancing at a photo of Ren and Nora.

"Yes."

More came, and she couldn't help repeating them. "Yang, Blake, Weiss, Ruby?"

Her heart tightened as she said these names, and though she didn't notice it, the metal of the compartment began to creak as well.

Every name felt like a claw digging into Jaune's chest.

"Yes," he opened a cabinet and took out another bottle of alcohol. Silently he pointed to the pictures on the wall to show Pyrrha their faces.

Pyrrha looked at the photos, and her heart ached. They all looked so happy. Not a week ago she'd have reveled in ending such joy, soaking in the misery that followed, but no… now it hurt her so much. She fell to her knees, silent tears falling down her face as she curled in on herself. Metal wailed from the frames around them, surrounded in a faint black glow.

Jaune shared her pain, the not knowing if his friends were alive or dead, but the creaking of his home brought him back to his senses.

"Pyrrha… PYRRHA!" he shouted at the prone figure.

When shaking her didn't work, he held her up by her chest plate and slapped her as hard as he could.

The creaking stopped as her concentration was broken by Jaune's slap, and Pyrrha looked at him wide eyed.

"They're- They're gone. That's why you're alone, why you came after me," she said, wiping tears from her eyes. "I'm all you have left of them, aren't I?"

"I…" he stopped staring at her.

He never thought of it that way, the desperate perspective making him seem so weak and helpless.

"I… That's not true! I… I never stopped looking for you! I'm not… they're…." he began to stutter, releasing her from his grasp. "I don't need you! I didn't save you because of that!" he tried to rationalize his life's work.

"I didn't mean it like that, I just… I don't understand much right now. Not long ago I was leading Grimm, killing those like you, and now I'm hearing mourning those I may have well had a hand in killing. Jaune I… I'm sorry," she finished pitifully, in a voice that had been long lost to her.

He was expecting her usual quip, her usual Grimm sadism and sarcasm but it was another genuine emotion of Pyrrha. Jaune dropped the bottle and went to hug her, seeing for a bit the old Pyrrha that he so idolized in his broken mind.

"It's… not your fault. I… didn't mean what I said…" he mumbled.

Pyrrha took the hug, tentatively returning it.

"I want to understand, I want to remember who I was, so I can know who I am. Will you please help me Jaune?" she asked weakly.

As it stood, he was her only link to the past, and thus the one who would help shape her future.

He stared are her dumbstruck. This was complete turnaround from the Grimm Pyrrha that he had spent the last couple days with. Years had taught him to be wary, to look for the trap or the betrayal but… it was hard to do with Pyrrha.

"I'll do everything I can. But first," he picked up a full bottle and handed it to Pyrrha, "let's drink… let's drink away these horrible feelings."

She nodded, taking the offered bottle. She'd been adrift in life for only a few days after her capture, scared of what was to come and what would happen to her, but now a lifeline had been thrown to her and by dust she was going to pull herself in. Taking a sip she almost spit the bitter drink back out onto herself.

"ACK! What is this, poison?" she spat.

Alcohol burst from Jaune's lips as he laughed, obviously drunk.

"That, my Grimm friend, is called Fire Dust Whiskey. Stole that from a Schnee private train. It's a magic potion that makes everything burn!" he twirled about but stepped on his discarded sword, falling hard onto the floor but still cackling.

"An odd use for dust don't you-," she was cut off by the sight of Jaune falling to the ground laughing. She didn't try at all to stop the ensuing laughter. "You… you okay?" she asked between giggle fits.

Between fits he said, "I have a hole in my side… I'm drunk with bloodloss… I'm mentally unstable… and I have a Grimm hybrid in my lair… I'm perfectly fine! Ha, hahahaah."

His laughter soon degraded into silent sobs. "What the hell am I doing Pyrrha? What the hell are we going to do?"

That had not been the response she had expected, nor was the sudden mood shift on Jaune's part. On top of that, she had no idea how to answer Jaune's question. She had been coming along at first to escape, but now, with so much coming back to her, she didn't think it was possible for her to leave now.

"I think," and she knelt down to level with Jaune, "we need to rest, you especially. A lot has happened and we haven't processed it all properly. Rest will help."

Jaune was drunk … and probably delirious from blood loss but he agreed with Pyrrha.

"Here… let me show you to your room… that is if you're still not one to warm my bed or call me master," he jabbed, climbing up the side of his bed so he could get to his feet.

He grabbed the trunk full of her belongings and stumbled forward, unable to say on his feet any longer.

"Okay… well," he said, "any of the rooms next door are empty."

"I'll be sure to grab one next door, in case my 'Master' needs me for anything," she chuckled, still thinking it was quite funny. "For now though, I think he needs to get to bed so his body can recover."

Pyrrha took the chest of her belongings and stepped out of the room, "Goodnight Jaune."

For another glorious time that day, his mind brought him back to better memories of Pyrrha in her pajamas saying those same words. He smiled, holding back the tears from his eyes.

"Goodnight Pyrrha," he said softly.

Pyrrha turned and walked down the corridor until she hit an adjacent doorway. Opening it she found soldier's quarters, multiple beds lining up the side of the wall. Surprisingly they were made, and not a bit of dust on them. Jaune must've been taking care of this place. Settling in on the nearest bunk, she put down the locker, kicked off her ill-fitting shoes, and crawled into bed, hoping sleep would take her soon.

It did not, as thoughts and memories swirled in her head, and Pyrrha continued to try and make sense of them, put them together in a meaningful order, until she passed out. All this time, she had unconsciously refused to let go of her tiara.

Jaune was too drunk to pull himself into bed and too proud to call back Pyrrha. So he tore the blanket off his bed and rooled up in it on the floor. His sleep was likewise broken, whenever the alcohol would let him pass out, nightmares would shoot him awake. His last dream though was of that battle, when Pyrrha went up to fight Cinder. He was hugging Pyrrha, he closed his eyes as they kissed. But when they pulled away, Grimm Pyrrha stood there grinning with blood covering her face. She threw him into the locker cackling.

"PYRRHA!" he shouted as he woke up.

Pyrrha woke up with a start, and without any thought, jumped from her bed, sword and shield growing from her arms without hesitation as she made for Jaune's quarters.

Had the huntsmen followed their ship to the wreck, seeking their revenge on them as they slept? Or had Salem deemed her too much a liability and sent her forces to finish what the soul's failed to?

Bursting into his room, Pyrrha saw Jaune tangled up in his blanket on the floor screaming. She let out a brief sigh of relief as it seemed they weren't under attack, but then rushed to his side, kneeling beside him.

"Jaune, are you okay?" she asked, shaking him as her weapons receded back into her form.

Jaune was still in those first moments of consciousness where the line between reality and ream were fuzzy. So… seeing the Grimm-i-fied Pyrrha… he swung at her with a fist.

Pyrrha did not see the punch coming, and took it square to the jaw, almost knocking her from her knees.

'Damn that hurt," she thought, cupping it for a second before turning back to her freaked out partner.

Placing her hands on his shoulders, she shook him in an attempt to bring him back to reality.

"Jaune, calm down, it's me, Pyrrha."

Being shaken definitely woke him up but then he was caught in the reality that he had just punched a former Grimm leader. The shock on his face must have been one for the ages.

"Pyrrha…. Please don't eat me…" he murmured as he got this feet and crept towards the door.

Pyrrha was shocked when he said that, letting him slip from under her as she remembering what she was… what she looked like to him. She was Grimm.

"Jaune I… I wouldn't, not you."

"I… Oh…" Jaune muttered as he realized that he now had insulted her too. "It was a joke? Uhm… Just being alone… Uh… and the nightmares… I uh… I'm sorry."

It was true, all that time alone had given Jaune cabin fever.

She stood up to face him, and smiled sadly. She only just learned of all this and she felt like shit, she could only imagine how he was handling it.

"It's okay Jaune, I'm fine. Are you okay though? She asked as she slowly approached him, careful not to freak him out again.

He scratched his shaggy blonde hair. Jaune felt like he needed a shower… and that he needed to get some serious help for his alcohol addiction.

"I'm fine Pyrrha. Don't' worry about me, this is… normal. Call it the world's way of reminding me of my failures," he said as he walked out towards the showers.

"Normal or not, it sure doesn't seem healthy," she called out after him.

It really didn't. He looked like he was going to fall apart at any moment now and… well she didn't want that to happen. She didn't know what to do though, and was just left standing in his room.

Jaune chuckled, thinking that he was getting advice from a Grimm. He cringed, that was the same thinking that insulted Pyrrha. He damned himself for thinking like that as he stepped into the bathroom.

"You sure you don't want to shower Pyrrha?!" he shouted out the door as he left a trail of stripped garments.

Pyrrha gave herself a look down, and seeing she was caked in dirt, grime, and blood, only some of which was hers, she could probably use one.

"I hope you're not planning anything with this, 'Master'," she replied, following the trail of discarded clothes to where they lead.

When she stepped through the door, Jaune threw a bar of soap at her.

"Only if you're offering 'little pet'," he made sure to exaggerate the title to let her know he was joking.

Atlas military showers were bare bones to say the least. The whole room was full of stalls that had no door or curtain. Each stall had a shower head and simple controls to adjust the temperature of the water.

Stepping into the open showers, it took a moment for the broken ship to pump water. Jaune closed his eyes under the stream, letting the water trickle over his scar ridden body.

Pyrrha began to strip, tossing the borrowed clothes into a corner. She couldn't help but look up and down Jaune's backside, unconsciously licking her lips before turning on another of the shower heads on for herself.

"Maybe," she said under her breath as she relished in the warm water running down her body, coming away from her in shades of black and gray as it went down the drain.

Jaune screwed his head on tight and forward, intent on not falling to more carnal desires. Yet the pitter-patter of bare footsteps and then the sudden noise of the shower turning on gave him tantalizing images. Being the weak minded soul he is, he glanced over her shoulder and was put into awe by Pyrrha's bare curves. Even with her skin in shades of grey, it was a holy sight.

"Maybe," he whispered to himself, shooting his eyes away whenever Pyrrha glanced over.

Pyrrha scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, and dust did it feel heavenly, she couldn't help herself when a pleased moan escaped her lips. She didn't realize how dirty she had been until she'd gotten herself clean .Even then she couldn't force herself to move form under the stream of hot water. It just felt so good, plus she had a nice view behind her. It'd be a lie to say Jaune wasn't attractive, and from her memories of him so far it seemed she had thought so in the past.

But things were so confusing and messy right now, even his "maybe" reply left her unsure of things.

Hearing the moan did things to Jaune down below that he couldn't hide as much as he tried. He couldn't tell if it was the shower or something else that had elicited such a noise and it was driving him mad.

"P-P-PYRRHA!" he accidentally shouted.

Shit!

What the hell was he thinking?!

"Doyouneedhelpwashingyourback?!"

Years… he had years and that was the best pickup line he could come up with…

Pyrrha was pulled from her reverie when Jaune shouted, and almost turned ready for a fight, but stopped when he rushed out his question, suppressing a chuckle that threatened to escape. Reaching to her back, she came to the conclusion she couldn't adequately wash it and that she did need help.

"It would be appreciated Jaune, thank you," she said, looking over her shoulder with a smile.

"Grimm damnit, idiot Jaune, idiot," he whispered to himself but was star struck when she smiled at him.

The moment he turned to walk over his eyes trailed down her spine and to her behind… and then promptly shot straight back up again. He was trying his best as he gingerly placed his hands on her skin.

"Wow… Soft…" he murmured, moving her blood red hair over her shoulder.

Externally, Pyrrha sighed pleasantly at this. Internally she hadn't thought this through and was maybe freaking out a little bit… or a lot actually. Parts of her wanted to jump him now, other parts were screaming for her run, and still some had just shut down completely. All she could do was stand still, head slightly bowed, and try to make small talk.

"Surprising, yes?"

"I just…" he said completely entranced, "it's so smooth but cold… I never thought it'd be like this under your armor…"

Purposely or not he traced his finger down her spine. That made his eyes look down again which brought him back to reality, grabbing the bar of soap and continuing to scrub her back.

What was he thinking, what was he thinking?! His mind was working at a thousand miles an hour.

"I still don't understand either, but I guess I'm just that different, unique if you want to spin it that way," she replied, shivering as she felt his touch travel along her spine before returning to scrubbing. "This wasn't an excuse to play with me, was it 'Master'?" she said playfully, exuding confidence that surely wasn't really there.

The master nickname made his mind jump to ideas that were wildly inappropriate. Jaune scowled, poking her in the side and glad she couldn't see how red his face was.

"N-no… That was definitely not! I mean it's not that you're not attractive… I mean if we did I'd definitely… But that would totally be… Uhm… I'm not your master damnit!" he said weakly.

Pyrrha couldn't help herself, even after getting jabbed in the side, this was quite entertaining.

"But you bought me at the slave auction, yes? Or was that a similarly roguish looking huntsmen that you happened to steal me from?" she tried her best at a sultry voice, but wasn't sure if it sounded right or not.

Jaune snapped a bit and twirled her around by her shoulder and pressed her back into the wall so he could stare into her eyes.

"No that was me and like I said a dozen times before I did that to save you. You're free okay! Or would you rather be in the service or some actual rogue who right now would fucking the daylight out or your…" he looked down and unlike all the times before, could no look away, "body…"

Pyrrha was taken aback by Jaune's sudden forcefulness, knocking all the false confidence she had right out of her right as she hit the wall. She looked him in the eyes as he spoke, and saw his gaze drift downward and his speech start to slow.

"Maybe both?" she said sheepishly, immediately mentally slapping herself for saying that. Why did she say that, why?

Pyrrha's words drifted through Jaune like a pack of beowulves in the mist. He saw now that she was as nervous as he. It was strange, seeing a timid girl in such a powerful body. Allured, he locked eyes with her, slowly, ever so slowly… leaning… and leaning… until after ages his lips gently touched hers. His body seemingly pressed up against her as his eyes fluttered shut. That was then the last image from his dream shot though his mind, seeing the bloodied Grimm Pyrrha cackling as she shoved him into the locker. Instantly he pushed off of her, backing into the side wall, holding both hands to his head.

"I… I… I'm sorry… I shouldn't have…" he said, turning away and grabbing a towel before heading towards the door.

There was a moment of bliss for Pyrrha. Yes she had been kissed before by Jaune, but they had been sudden encounters, with memories and realizations tagged on with them. Nothing like that disturbed this moment. She was as at peace as she could be. As he eyes closed though, she felt Jaune break away, stumbling all the way back to the other side of the room. Before she knew it he had taken his towel and run out of the bathroom.

Pyrrha cursed under her breath; she let desire and want take control for no a minute, and she probably just messed everything up here. After a minute of just standing under the shower, she turned off both nozzles and grabbed a towel for herself, heading back to her own room. She noticed the trail of clothes Jaune had left previously was still there, dripping onto the articles as she passed them, though she said nothing as she entered and closed the door to her room.

There was a puddle underneath Jaune as he sat in the corner of his room, towel drapped over his shoulders.

"Damn it," he whispered, resting his head on his knees. "DAMN IT!" he screamed, thumping the nearest wall with his fists.

"What in dust's name is wrong with me?"

Everything felt right and then everything went wrong. Inside his chest felt like a battlefield of shattered glass. Finding some clean clothes he pulled them on and went over to Pyrrha's room. His hand hovered over the door, inches away from knocking but what would he say?

Pyrrha was back at the locker, staring at her old possessions, more specifically her old combat outfit. There were other sets of clothes in the chest, hell she was sure there were plenty of Atlas Military Uniforms in this room, but this was her trademark outfit, judging by all those photos Jaune had.

The question in her mind though was whether or not she deserved to wear it. She wasn't the Pyrrha that Jaune had known, not the one anyone had known before her death. She was now marred in so much bloodshed and destruction, that's not who the person who wore this was. Could she be that person again?

Before she had the chance to decide, she saw the light of a soul standing outside her door. Knowing there was only one on this ship, she called out to him, standing back at her full height.

"Come in Jaune."

Jaune jumped and debated just running away but he wanted to at least try.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He opened his mouth then froze again, Pyrrha not dressed and standing right in front of him. Mind racing again, he focused on what he wanted to say.

"Pyrrha. I didn't mean to run out like that but… it wasn't you. I just had a flashback to a nightmare. I hope… Look, my mind is really messed up. I just need to let you know that," he said.

Seeing her naked resparked his desires but he wasn't going to do anything that she didn't want.

Pyrrha took no noticed to the fact that her towel had slipped from her as she had stood up.

"We're both really messed up Jaune, for different reasons yes, but neither of us is okay, but that's okay, okay?"

Dust she sounded ridiculous now.

"What I mean is I understand, and I'm not going to hold any of that against you. You're… You're my partner Jaune, we have to have each other's back," she said with tears in her eyes.

"I didn't think Grimm could cry," he said softly as a joke.

He noticed how her old clothes were lying about and instantly assumed that she was going to put them on.

"Here, I can help you with that if you want… or I can leave… or whatever," he tried to sound calm but seeing her body just made his heart race.

"Do you think they'll fit? It's been years, right?" she looked down at her outfit, then back at Jaune.

He didn't seem to oppose her wearing it again. Then again he did have his own demons to deal with, he probably wasn't thinking about that.

Turning around politely he tried not to stare too much, rubbing the back of his head.

"I mean unless you've let yourself go on souls I mean…" he said mindlessly like he always did, chiding himself. "You might as well try them on," he glanced over his shoulder.

Why did it still feel like he was in the shower with hot water blasting him?

"Okay," she said as she began slipping on her underwear and spandex shorts, which was simple enough. She looked back at Jaune and said, "You don't need to look away you know."

She grabbed her breastplate and began fiddling with it, trying to get it on right.

"But if I keep looking… I might do something stupid again… As much as I would love tooOOOOOOO… To help you put on your armor!" he shouted.

She cocked an eyebrow at Jaune, confused by his sudden shouting.

"Are you okay Jaune? Something land on your foot?" she now had the plate on, and was now fiddling the ties and straps that held it against her.

Seeing that she was now adequately covered he felt relieved… but only just.

"More like my head," he mumbled, "here let me."

Stepping over he helped with the straps, still remembering from all the times he'd helped her before.

"See, it's still a perfect fit," he said.

"Thank you Jaune."

She turned to give him a soft smile, then knelt down to work on reattaching the other bits. It felt weird yet familiar, like so many other things now; she was too used to growing her armor from within her, but she didn't have the energy to do so, and this… it connected her to her past. When she was done, she stood up again.

"Oh, one last piece I almost forgot," she said, stepping over to her bed.

She searched a bit for her tiara, which had slipped from her grasp as she slept. When she found it, she turned around and slipped it around her crown.

"How do I look?"

Taking a step back, he glanced her up and down. At first he wanted to blurt out 'grey' but caught himself before the word slipped from his mouth. In truth, she looked stunning, the armor fit her like a glove and brought back warm feelings within Jaune's heart.

"Ready to take on Salem, I would say," he said warmly. "Speaking of which… how about we go test it out?"

Pyrrha's eyes suddenly filled with fear.

"Wh-what? Why J-Jaune? No!"

Despite her mind still being a mess, everything agreed in that doing that was a very, very, bad idea.

"What? No! Whoa Pyrrha relax, relax! Not go fight Salem, I meant go make some money. I was saying we go take on some mercenary contracts since I'm broke!" he took a step forward and reached out a hand. "I didn't mean fighting her. I know that we wouldn't survive that!"

She didn't hear him as her breath got short and her legs went weak.

"Please no, no no nonono," she cried out, falling to her knees.

She saw the world fall away form her, then come back, as she stared into the ghastly visage of Salem. Her chest hurt, and she could feel the life slowly leaving her body, but not before Salem stood before her and plunged a clawed finger into her, followed by a burning pain filling her veins. Then with a blink she was gone, but she didn't realized it yet, breaking down into sobs.

"Please no," she cried out pitifully.