She stared quietly at the Arc's retreating form, and quietly mumbled to herself. She had to make a decision, and soon.
Her name was Summer Holly, a mercenary and thief for hire that lived in the bad lands of the planet Terra Twelve: a dessert planet heavily influenced by the handful of Espers that first appeared on the mother planet of Earth.
She frowned, now wasn't the time to be thinking of such things, not when she found herself stuck in a world she had believed to be a work of fiction. Not anymore. At first, she had simply watched the series as a way to kill time, and imagine what her life could have been like if she had the option to be a hero. False fantasies that she spent days of her life drowning in. It was inevitable that she would develop a connection with the characters, but in the end, it was still all a fantasy.
Not anymore.
It was what she had decided on her final job, to be a hero, but look where that's gotten her? She mulled deeply. Isn't this what she wanted though? A fresh start? Summer Rose had been a character in the series that little was truly known about, but that all changed the moment Summer Holly became Summer Rose.
You see, Summer Holly was an Esper. A low ranked, with an ability of perfect memory that was utterly useless when matched against her higher ranked peers. What use did perfect memory have against a pyrokinetic? Great, she would never forget the face of her killer. What an accomplishment. However, the circumstances she found herself in was an entirely different matter. She had Summer Rose's memories.
I want to be a hero. A protector of the people of Remnant.
I want to be a hero. A protector of the people of Terra Twelve.
A wisp of a distant memory coincided with the same basis of another. She would admit that a part of her strongly wanted to change future events, to protect everyone including her Little Rose from harm.
She shook her head, she wasn't thinking properly. Too many memories.
Summer tightened her hands into fists. She wasn't a hero. She was a mercenary, a thief.
"You don't have to be," A voice echoed in her head.
She looked up, startled. She was sure that she was alone. "Who-"
"AAAH!"
Jaune!