Kebiin, Cinder, Mercury, and Emerald all sat aboard their auto-piloted jet, heading towards Blake's last known location. According to Cinder, or more appropriately, according to her intelligence sources, Blake was being held captive in the underground tunnels beneath the failed colony of Mount Glenn. Kebiin had heard stories of the now ruined city, specifically the ones about how it had been overrun by Grimm.

The decaying buildings and streets were now housing for those monsters, something Kebiin was told to keep in mind above all other things. Anywhere he turned, there could be a Grimm waiting for him. And in Kebiin's emotionally turbulent state, that could spell disaster for the group, as well as any chance for Blake's freedom. He needed to be alert, aware, quick, and strong. He needed to be a Mandalorian.

"You ready, kid?" Mercury said, equipping a mask and other various tactical night gear.

"More than ready." Kebiin replied, fastening on his new combat suit.

"Sorry I didn't get you anything better, it's just some stuff I had lying around. Hope you can move alright in that thing." Mercury said again, gesturing to Kebiin's new outfit. Kebiin didn't understand what Mercury had to apologize for. If anything, Kebiin felt more like a real fighter now than he ever did in his old school uniform.

The dark blue and formfitting undersuit wasn't too far from what Kebiin expected to one day wear under his armor as a Mandalorian. Only, instead of traditional armor, Kebiin wore a black shortsleeve pleated tunic with various pouches and buckles, and classical legionary-style layered shoulder plates. Other than his shoulders, the only other things that was truly armored were his forearms and hands. To hide his identity better, Kebiin also wore a pair of tinted goggles with a simple black face mask. To top it all off, Kebiin wrapped the blue hooded scarf Blake had gifted to him on his first official day as a member of team RWBBY.

Kebiin couldn't help but admire what Mercury had 'thrown together.' He may have not known the man too well at the moment, but he had to admired his sense of fashion and function. But Kebiin quickly remembered what he was going to do. He wasn't here to play dress up, he was setting out to rescue Blake. Reflecting on his latest objective, Kebiin felt along the soft blue scarf.

"Don't worry…." He whispered. "I'm going to get you out."

Upon touching down on the outskirts of the city, Cinder decided to split up their strike team into two groups. Kebiin would pair with Cinder and sneak their way into the underground prison where Blake was being held. Mercury and Emerald on the other hand, would create some sort of distraction to hopefully reduce Kebiin and Cinder's chances of being caught. Afterwards, they would meet up inside if necessary. Otherwise, they would keep the path back to their plane safe.

The task at hand was surprisingly easy, at least to Kebiin. Cinder kept a digital map and tracker on her arm, allowing them to sneak around the ruined towers and other buildings with relative ease. Kebiin simply had to follow and keep his senses alert. On several occasions, they went past several new looking guard towers and posts that had been abandoned. Cinder said that this was a good sign. Not only did the newly placed structures mean that they were getting close to the prison camp, but the fact that they had been emptied meant that Emerald and Mercury were doing their job well. At least, they figured they were doing well.

Cinder's scroll buzzed in vibration a few times, indicating that she was receiving a message. She and Kebiin ducked behind a collapsed wall, Cinder signaling for Kebiin to keep watch as she checked the message. It was from Mercury.

"Commander, it's me. We managed to get the guard posts cleared, but you're gonna have a problem. The Grimm we used as distractions have all gathered at a single chokepoint in the road ahead, between you and the entrance to the base. We'll be there as soon as we can, and hopefully we can figure something out."

Cinder hoped that Salem would allow her to bypass the Grimm like usual, but now that she spent most of her personal time with Rowand, she doubted that Salem had the time to personally manage every Grimm Cinder and her followers came across. However, dealing with the Grimm like enemies as everyone else did was probably for the best. With Salem so preoccupied with Rowand, she hopefully wouldn't catch wind of Kebiin Ceibur.

They continued their original route along the crumbled roads to their planned entrance, even more alert than they had been previously. The buildings of the city began to narrow down as Cinder and Kebiin got closer to the 'chokepoint' Mercury mentioned, meaning that the Grimm weren't too far away. The two of them eventually decided to travel from inside the half-built and half-destroyed buildings simply to navigate more easily.

After several minutes of climbing from one dusty building to the next, Kebiin felt them. The primal senses of hatred, hunger, malice, and so many other things. Kebiin, about two stories high inside a building, looked out of a smashed window frame to see what was in the streets below him. The unmistakable black, white, and red coloring of Grimm. Lots of them.

The Grimm filled out most of the space in the street below, acting more like water than independant organisms. All sorts of Ursai, Beowolves, and other creatures wandered almost aimlessly in their search of prey, but only finding each other in the cramped street. However, Kebiin noticed that they never stampeded or acted aggressively towards each other. While each Grimm was a separate being, from above, they looked more like an organized colony of insects than a horde of oversized bears and wolves. Albeit, insect colonies didn't comprise of individuals that were five to ten times the size of a man on average.

"Keep moving." Cinder nudged Kebiin away from the window. "If you keep looking at them, you might get nervous. If you get nervous, they'll smell you." Kebiin nodded understandingly, and pressed on.

As the pair turned a corner in the next building they were trying to move into, Kebiin felt a cold empty feeling in his stomach. He quickly turned to face Cinder, who was not only behind him, but right next to a collapsing brick wall.

A wall that Kebiin sensed an Ursa was behind.

Out of instinct, Kebiin used the Force to pull Cinder away from the wall and into his arms as the bricks explodes in a cloud of dust behind her. Cinder landed rather ungracefully on Kebiin, making her fumble to stand back up even more difficult. The Ursa, not waiting for its prey to retaliate, swiped its massive black paw at Kebiin and Cinder, causing them to fall out of the building and into the Grimm-infested street. Kebiin used the Force to soften their landing, but that would only help so much. Now exposed out in the open, all Kebiin and Cinder saw was the mass of dark creatures that were ready to tear them limb from limb.

"Hey Emerald, you don't think that maybe this might be too much for those two?" Mercury said, pulling off his mask for a brief moment as his message sent to Cinder's scroll.

"Of course not!" Emerald said confidently. "Cinder has some of the Fall Maiden's power, remember? A bunch of Grimm won't stop her. Besides, if that kid is anything like Rowand, they'll make it out."

Mercury made some sort of grunting noise in the back of his throat at the sound of that blue-haired bastard's name. "C'mon, Emerald. You don't think any of this is weird at all? First, Rowand drops out of nowhere, takes up most of our work, leaves without giving either of us an explanation, and now we pick up a kid that looks just like him?"

"Kebiin doesn't look exactly like Rowand." Emerald said. "Their noses are different."

"That's not the point! Look, I'm grateful for what Cinder did for us, but we're being left in the dark more than I would like. Don't tell me that you don't have a question or two about what Cinder is up to?"

Emerald sighed heavily, averting her eyes from Mercury's for a few moments before meeting back up with his gaze. "Of course I've got questions, I'm just trusting Cinder with her larger plan. Every time we've trusted her, things turn out well for us, even if things can be difficult."

"That's understandable, but I'd still like to know what the hell Rowand and Kebiin even are, or why we aren't allowed to even mention Rowand around Kebiin. I mean, that's gotta be his kid or something, right? They look too much alike. We're not going to be his foster parents or anything, are we?"

"Either way, if this kid has powers that are anything like Rowand's, we could use them. Let's be honest, Rowand got a hell of a lot of work done for us. Having a mini-Rowand might not be so bad."

"But we still don't even know what Rowand was, what with all those crazy powers." Mercury slumped down against a collapsed wall, crossing his legs. "Oh well. I can complain as much as I'd like, but I guess at this rate, I'm just gonna have to wait for whatever Cinder has to say."

"Oh, now you're giving up on finding out?" Emerald pouted.

"I wasn't saying we should interrogate anyone about this whole fiasco, I'm just complaining that we're not told anything." Mercury paused, using that time to slump against a partially collapsed wall and sit on the ground.

"Hey Mercury…" Emerald began, gripping her upper arm with her other hand. "Do you think that kid is going to be okay? I know it's suspicious considering how similar they look, but Rowand was an adult with experience in this field we're in. Kebiin was a schoolboy up until now. Do you think he'll turn out alright?"

"I think he'll turn out like us."

"I don't know about me, but it'll be a shame if he turns out like you." Emerald snorted playfully.

"Psh. Whatever." Mercury snickered. "You can be his mom once we all group back up."

Emerald rolled her eyes at the comment, waving a dismissive hand at Mercury.

"Oh well." Mercury said. Whatever happens, happens. I just hope Cinder isn't too mad at us after this is done with."

"I'm uncertain if this would work on the Grimm, but an old mentor of mine taught me a trick that just might work for you some day." Kebiin heard Revan's voice say. "If you allow your mind to be open to potential vulnerability, you can touch the simpler minds of basic creatures. This will allow you to set a creature at ease, or even bend it to your will if you so desire."

When Kebiin was first told that by Revan, he didn't understand how one could let themselves be vulnerable around creatures like the Grimm. They were creatures of hatred and anger, and that in itself made being calm around them very difficult to say the least. But all Kebiin needed at this moment was the concept Revan mentioned. Controlling beasts. If Kebiin couldn't find a way to calm his mind and gently influence the Grimm, he had to combat them with the strongest emotions he felt as he impacted the ground.

The will to survive. Anger at the Empire for putting him in this situation. Fear of losing his life. The thoughts of dread at the idea of losing Blake. Everything in that split moment of panic poured into Kebiin's environment, and in remembrance of Revan's lesson, targeted that flood of emotions into the Grimm themselves. If he couldn't convince them to follow his will, then he would demand they feel what he felt.

Cinder created two pillars of flames in her palms as she stood up, ready to fight, but quickly diminished her flames once she realized that the Grimm were not attacking. She looked over to Kebiin, who was already standing and had his arm stretched outward at the Grimm surrounding them. All of them had fear and sorrow very clearly reflected in their yellow eyes. But fear and sorrow for what? Cinder got part of her answer when she looked into Kebiin's own amber eyes. Somehow, he had projected his emotions into the Grimm.

Kebiin, his face now turning from sadness to anger, clenched and raised his fist. The Grimm responded, each of them raising their bodies in attention as though by puppet strings. They were under total domination by this boy. Cinder looked at Kebiin, smiling at the prize of a person she had obtained. This child Rowand had led her to, whatever their relation may be, had the capability to control the creatures of Grimm. Only one other person had demonstrated this ability on this scale before, and it certainly wasn't Rowand. Perhaps then, with Kebiin Ceibur under her manipulation and command, this could be enough to turn the tables in her favor in the near future. She wouldn't have to be subservient to anyone.

Cinder followed Kebiin closely as he marched his small army of monsters strait towards the prison camp's entrance. The boy had a new demeanor now that he had taken command of the Grimm. His posture seemed straighter, his body movements a little more sharp and purposeful, and his eyes devoid of innocence.

While Cinder was impressed with the boy's power, she was almost concerned with how this seemingly simple action had changed the boy so much. Would he stay this way? Or was this some sort of power-fueled trance? Either way, he was making their mission a whole lot easier, even if it wasn't following their original plan.

The fenced-off cave entrance was now in view, just below the hill they had to trek over. A few standard looking guard towers were placed around the small underground entrance, very few white armored troops patrolling the area. It was almost too sparse. Was Rowand able to issue some sort of order to lower the number of personnel before their mission began?

"So how are you going to deal with them?" Cinder asked Kebiin. "You can't let them see us. Are you going to let these Grimm ravage the whole encampment?"

"Yes." Kebiin replied darkly. Still staying on the hill, outside of the camp's view, Kebiin thrust his arm forward, giving the Grimm the command to attack.

A siren blared throughout the whole area as the white troops were instantly overwhelmed by the Grimm. Red energy blasts sprayed wildly at the creatures, but in the chaotic mess, no single kill was enough to turn the tide of the attack. As fences, towers, and men fell, the troopers began to retreat. The pitch of the siren changed, switching from one of attack and defend to evacuation. The staff of the camp was fleeing.

In a few minutes, the sounds of destruction ceased. Any human being that was in the battle was either dead or had escaped. Even the Grimm sensed this, as the ones that went into the cave to find more prey had returned to the surface. With the battle over, Kebiin's cold expression changed.

"No…" He whispered, holding his own arms and shivering. "Did I just… I've…"

"What's the matter?" Cinder asked Kebiin. "You seem cold."

"I am." Kebiin said, his voice shaking. "So very, very cold..."

Cinder nodded in acknowledgement. "We should head down there and get your friend. We don't know if they'll return with reinforcements."

Kebiin nodded, his face growing paler and paler the closer they got to the devastation. As they neared the cave entrance, Kebiin looked at the bodies of the white soldiers his Grimm had slain. He collapsed to the ground, falling to his knees. Tears streaming from his eyes.

"What have I done…" He said. "I've always hated the Empire, but now that I've just killed them, I… I…" He slammed his fist into the dirt. "Dammit! I'm a Mandalorian, this should be second nature to me! Why do I feel so sick for killing my enemy!?" Kebiin began muttering and swearing in Mandalorian, although even his native language was being effected by his disgust. Even to Cinder who didn't even know what language he was speaking, she could tell that it was probably a garbled mess.

Cinder knelt down by Kebiin, placing her hand on his shoulder. "You did what you had to do to help save your friend. Remember, she's still down there. You can't stop and pity yourself while someone else is waiting for you to save them. I was told you were from a warrior culture, so I need you to prove it right here and now. Stay strong."

Kebiin looked up at her, his eyes reddened with tears. "I've never killed anyone before. This shouldn't feel as bad as it does. Those stormtroopers are monsters who deserved the fate they got! But even though I know that, I can't help but feel awful!"

Cinder reached with her hand and grabbed Kebiin's chin, tilting his head upwards and making him look her in the eyes. "Kebiin Ceibur." She began. "Over the course of my life, I've learned that you have to defeat devils by fighting with demons. Never forget that these people have taken away what you loved, and the power you displayed here tonight has given you the ability to not only take what you love back, but strike a blow against your enemy. If something gives you the power to do those things, then the natural thing to do is embrace it." Cinder paused, allowing Kebiin to nod. "You are a warrior. Is that statement true?"

Kebiin swallowed before replying. "Yes."

"Then act like it."

Kebiin stood back up, breathing deeply. 'Right.' He thought to himself. 'The Empire are the ones who took my clan away from me. If I have the power to prevent that from happening again, I have to use it. I will protect everyone. Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang… I will defend you as a Mandalorian. It's what my clan would've wanted.'

As Kebiin rose, the Grimm around him began to disintegrate. Only, they didn't dissolve and evaporate away like they normally would when they died. They slowly crumbled apart as though they were made of ethereal sand, their energy swirling around Kebiin. The particles began phasing into his body. In a quick moment, the dozens of Grimm that Kebiin had controlled had completely disappeared. Kebiin, looking just as shocked as Cinder, shivered intensely after the process was over. Kebiin inspected his hands and felt along his face, as though he had become unfamiliar with his own body.

"Kebiin…" Cinder said as she took a step back. "What just happened?"

"I don't know…" Kebiin said. "But I feel so… awake."

"Awake?"

"That's the only way I can describe it."

Cinder was now beginning to realize what he meant. His body somehow looked more sturdy than it did before, his amber eyes almost seemed to have a faint glow, and the air around him nearly felt charged with electricity.

"So you feel fine?"

"Yes." Kebiin said as he clenched his hand into a fist. "Now let's go get Blake. We've kept her waiting long enough."

Nodding, Cinder motioned her arm towards the cave's entrance in a 'after you' manner. Allowing Kebiin to take the lead, the two made their way into Mount Glenn's underground.

"This next one should be it." Cinder said as they turned a corner into another dark hallway. "There should be a large metal door with-"

Kebiin swiped his hand across the air, crumpling said metal door like a soda can in a single burst of Force energy. He dashed into the room, oblivious to anything Cinder had to say.

"Blake!" Kebiin cheered as he bolted through the damaged doorway, tears filling his eyes. Be was about to cheer again until he noticed the state Blake was in. And the boy trapped with her.

Blake was unconscious and bound to an Imperial torture chair. Her clothes had been torn up and partially stained in red. Scars littered her exposed arms and abdomin, and one of her cat ears has been partially cut off. He began to approach her, but was snapped out of his saddened trance when he heard a whimpering voice.

"Keep.. away from her…" The monkey faunus said. Kebiin recognized him. It was the same blond and muscular boy that her sparred over the radio with. The same ball of arrogant energy that had bested Kebiin was in the same powerless position as Blake.

"You… I know you!" Kebiin said to him. "You remember me, right? The fight over the radio, the chase? Don't worry, I'm going to get you out of here! I'm here to help."

"Y-you're here to… to help?" The boy lowered his guard slightly, but still quivered. "But… I've never seen you before. The two of us have only ever been in here…"

"What?" Kebiin said, fearing the worst. "What do you mean? Don't you remember me? My team and I chased you along whole rooftops to get a radio you stole. We had a fight and you won, remember?"

"I… I…" The boy's voice shook and his expression saddened. He then shook his head.

"How long have you been in here?" Kebiin asked.

"As long as I can remember, so… days? Weeks?"

Kebiin looked back at the unconscious Blake, tears welling up in his eyes again. The Empire had not only tortured Blake and this faunus boy, but wiped their memories. If they both went through the same process, which they likely did, Blake would not even remember him, team RWBBY, being with the White Fang, anything. The person Blake had been was gone, and same for this faunus boy Kebiin didn't know the name of.

"Do you know each other's names? Do you know yours?" Kebiin asked gloomily.

The boy shook his head again. Kebiin sighed and wiped away his tears. He then gently waved his palm into the air, releasing the binds on the torture chair. The faunus boy slumped out of the cold metal seat he had been confined to, barely able to stand up. Unexpectedly, Mercury ran into the room from behind Kebiin, catching the boy before he could fall.

"Woah, watch it there." Mercury said. "I've got you." The faunus boy looked up at Mercury, his eyes now widening with hope in the realization that these masked people would not harm him. Emerald walked in soon after, immediately working on unbinding Blake. Kebiin unlocked the restraints with the Force again, allowing Emerald to gently carry her out of the dark room. Kebiin looked at Blake's face one last time before turning to speak with the boy again.

"Monkey faunus." Kebiin said, getting his attention. Mercury turned so the boy could face him. "That girl you've been with, her name is Blake Belladonna. I know you two have been through a lot, but I wanted to thank you."

"Thank me? For what?"

"For being with her when we couldn't."

Before the boy could ask what he meant, Mercury had already rushed him out of the room. Cinder walked in to replace them, joining Kebiin in the torture chamber that no longer had any torture subjects.

"Did you get what you want?" Cinder asked him. Wiping away a few more tears, Kebiin replied to her.

"Even more than I could hope for."

"You don't look like it." Cinder said, pointing out his swelling eyes.

"They don't have any memories…" Kebiin said. "One thing she hated was being a liar… now, she has nothing to lie about. That's a second chance a lot of us will never get."

"That's a rather interesting way of viewing things." Cinder said. "Personally, I would consider it tragic to lose your memories and identity."

"It is tragic…" Kebiin wiped his reddened eyes again, his mind flashing with the moments he and Blake had shared. Her somewhat distant expression when he had first seen her at Beacon, her caution at his presence, the night when they snuck outside of their dorm, him telling her that it didn't matter she was a faunus, and him revealing his true origins to her. The moments of intimacy and vulnerability they shared were gone, perhaps forever. "I wish it didn't have to be this way, but we have to make do."

"Did you love her?" Cinder asked.

"Of course I love her." Kebiin replied. "After all… family is more than bloodline." He said, brushing his hooded scarf again. Cinder raised an eyebrow at the phrase, likely expecting a more romantic answer than the familial one Kebiin gave.

"Fair enough. Now, where do you want them? I've made some accommodations back at our base, but-"

"Beacon Academy will do." Kebiin said, prompting Cinder to look somewhat surprised.

"Beacon? Why back there?"

"Because our enemies can storm our base, kill us all, including Blake and that boy, and no one would stop them or bat an eye. But Beacon is an international mess. Everyone would be too scared to try anything against anyone over there at this point, especially with Ozpin watching over the place. And besides…" Kebiin paused, taking a shaky breath. "They all deserve to be back together again. Like the way it was before I came into their lives. They need each other to heal."

"Then does that mean you're ready?" Cinder said in her eager, purring voice.

"Yes." Kebiin nodded. "But this pledge is a two-way street. If I were doing this for another one of my kind, we would both know our lines. Is it fine if I teach it to you?"

"Teach away, Ceibur." Cinder bowed ever so slightly.

Considering Kebiin wasn't teaching Cinder to be fluent in Mando'a, this brief lesson was rather easy. It was only a short poem, meaning Cinder didn't have much to worry about in terms of broader pronunciation. What truly mattered was that she understood the meaning of this pact. After several minutes of practice, Kebiin finally decided Cinder's Mando'a sounded good enough.

"Ready?" Kebiin asked his master-to-be.

Cinder nodded. "When you are."

Kebiin took a deep breath, proceeding to bow on one knee before Cinder, and began his part of the poem.

"Kandosii sa ka'rta, Vode an.

Manda'yaim a'den mhi, Vode an.

Bal kote, darasuum kote,

Jorso'ran kando a tome.

Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an."

Kebiin paused to take another breath, almost apprehensive to say the final word that would allow Cinder to begin her response. But this was something you didn't hesitate in. Kebiin was fully aware of that.

"Bal.."

Cinder's voice came in almost too enthusiastically, carrying all her grace and elegance into the completely foreign language.

"Motir ca'tra nau tracinya.

Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a.

Aruetyc talyc runi'la solus cet o'r.

Aruetyc talyc runi'la trattok'o.

Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an."

She handled the language better than Kebiin expected. Had he not known better, he could've sworn he was speaking with another Mandalorian.

"Is that it?" Cinder asked. Kebiin nodded. "...excellent..." Cinder's mouth curled into a wide grin after finishing her side of the oath, her shoulders moving slightly as she giggled. "I hope you remember this pledge. I surely will."

"Mando'ad draar digu." Kebiin said as he rose back up. "A Mandalorian never forgets."

Crying was the first thing she heard when her eyes fluttered open. For the first time she could recall, the room she had woken up to was bright and clean. Her body ached all over, and one of her cat ears felt dried and scabbed. Her arm was hooked up to a machine that beeped every now and again, but she somehow knew that it wouldn't harm her. She was somewhere where she would be safe.

"Blake! Oh my god, she's really back!"

She turned her head and made out the fuzzy image of a girl with long golden hair holding her hand. Was she the one crying? It seemed so, but when she turned to see the other colorful figures around her bed, they were all crying as well. Were they all here for her?

"Blake? Is… is that my name?"

The golden girl stopped sobbing but still held onto her hand. "What do you mean?" She said. "You don't mean to tell me you've gone and forgotten your name now, have you?" The girl smiled worriedly.

"No, I've just… Blake, huh? Blake… Blake…" Blake rubbed her eyes, allowing all the people around her to come into focus. There were three girls around her, one in a red dress and hood, another in a more regal looking white garb, and the blonde that was already holding her hand. "I'm sorry, but who are you?"

Blake could tell that her words had hit the girls like a brick. The red girl struggled to hold back her tears, the white one looked absolutely stunned and gave the impression that she was thinking of a past wrong, and the blonde merely stared at the floor. Even if she didn't know these girls, she still felt guilty for either not being the person they hoped for, or for not being able to remember them.

"Dammit, Blake…" The girl in white whispered, clenching her knuckles. "I ended up preparing a whole speech apologizing to you, and now… now…"

The girl strode over to Blake, who was getting ready to flinch. But instead of getting a slap like she expected, the girl in white simply gave her a big hug and let tears roll down her eyes.

"I'm so sorry!" She sobbed. "This is my fault! I drove you away and you got hurt! Blake, I'm so, so sorry!"

Blake didn't know how to respond at first. She had no idea what the girl was talking about, but Blake didn't want to let her cry alone like this. The blonde let go of her hand, allowing her to hug the girl in white back.

"It's okay." Blake said to comfort her. "I'm okay now, see? You didn't do anything wrong."

"Yes, I did!" she cried again. "And the very fact you can't remember how horrible I was is part of the problem! Why don't you hate me!? I deserve it!"

Even if Blake had no idea what the girl was talking about, she felt that she needed to do everything she could to comfort her. But what could she possibly say? She didn't have a clue about what might have happened. All she could do was hold the girl tighter, hoping that she could show that she forgave her of whatever she did.

The other girls were around her now, forming a pile of hugs. Blake couldn't help but giggle a little bit about her situation. She never expected so much affection like this. Then again, all she could remember was being locked in a dark room with-

"The boy!" Blake yelped. The girls let her go at her sudden burst of noise. "The one I was with! The monkey faunus! Where is he, is he okay? Can I see him?"

"The boy you came with?" The red girl said. "Yeah… I guess it makes sense that you would want to see him more than us…" She whispered. "Don't worry, he's safe. He's recovering in another room. Professor Ozpin is looking through Vale's citizen registry to find out who he is."

"Who's Professor Ozpin?" Blake asked. "How come you all know my name but not the boy's?"

"Blake." The blonde girl said. "I think we've got a lot of catching up to do."