As all chatter faded, Blake closed her book and shut off her light, but she would not be falling asleep anytime soon, because of her partner.

"Hey Blake," Yang began, "Does something feel... different?"

Blake thought for a moment, raising her eyebrow though no one would see it before tilting her head. She slowly nodded.

"Yes, something feels different tonight," The faunus admitted, "Like I lost someone great, but I don't know who."

Yang nodded on her own bunk.

"Weird. Me too. Anyway," the light above Blake's bunk shut off quickly, "Night!"

"Goodnight, Yang." Blake said with a smile.

She shut her glowing yellow eyes and turned over so her back was to Weiss. When she fell unconscious, she woke up in a dream state. She figured it must have been a dream because of the empty void she was pitted in.

Nothing surrounded her, just nothing for miles. She sat up and turned her head from side to side. She felt her ears no longer in her bow, before they perked up. The faunus girl turned her attention to the noise she heard, and turned her head fully to see a man dressed fully in a black suit standing behind her with his arm extended to help her up.

She uneasily took it, recognizing him at first as Ren. She did not think much of it. It wasn't uncommon for her to have dreams with her friends there. They usually just talked, and when she stood up she stopped any words from leaving her mouth.

This was not Ren.

She studied his face silently, her eyes scanning every feature. She felt a sense of security around him. Narrowing her eyes, she was skeptical about this feeling before her subconscious told her she was safe with him.

Her hand was still in his, and she felt him pull her in closer. His arms wrapped around her, and though the thought to cry came to mind she did not. She simply hugged back, feeling depressed suddenly.

Her mind raced as she thought about who this man was. The thought that maybe he was her father came to mind, but that was impossible, though he still felt like a father-figure to her. Then it clicked in her mind. This man was not her biological father, but he certainly made her.

"I'm here because of you." She realized, speaking into his chest. She felt his chuckle as his chest lifted and fell with her cheek pressed into him.

"Yeah, I am. But that's not quite the reaction I was expecting. I got tears from the other two." He spoke. His voice was soft, and when he spoke she had to make sure this was not actually Ren, for he sounded like and spoke in the manner just like Nora's friend.

She pushed away from his suddenly, studying his face again. She noticed how baggy his eyes were, and how a coat of sadness was caked underneath his soft smile.

"You're dying." She thought aloud, her mouth still slightly agape. He nodded, his eyes focused on the ground now. The faunus girl felt pain and sympathy for him, and some for herself.

"You're right, Blake. I am. I shouldn't be, but all good things must come to an end." He spoke sadly, and watched her. She shook her head.

"Why visit me on your deathbed? Why not speak with your loved ones?" She asked suddenly, feeling confused

"I wish I could," He sighed, shutting his eyes, "But since I can't, I thought I might as well say goodbye to some of my best creations."

Now, Blake began to tear up. She felt a scream in her throat that did not come out, and a feeling of wanting to save him that she could not act on. She knew he was dying, and she knew there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

The girl hugged him one last time before he kissed her forehead and let go. She felt his heat leave her as he began walking away, still facing her and waving.

"Goodbye, Monty." She mumbled. The name had come to her naturally.

"Goodbye, Blake Belladonna."