Well hello there! As I promised, I'll make this one extra-long. Mostly 'cause I want to x)

For the theme, a kind person answering to SomeRandoFromTX taught me about the "earning your stripes" expressions, to which I thank him profusely, and then I made my research. Turns out that this expression exist in French too, but is exclusively reserved for military jargon… So you can guess where all of this is going.

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

Yang winced at the sudden outburst of fury directed her way. Of course, she was expecting her father to be not-so-thrilled by the news, but to almost literally explode of anger and resentment? Never before had she seen him so infuriated, and she still couldn't understand why.

"You heard me. I engaged into Beacon's special forces, and I'm starting my formation to Paired Up Emergency Intervention." She said, crossing her arms as she felt a frown slowly creeping its way on her once peaceful face.

"You will cancel, immediately. I won't allow it." Taiyang denied abruptly, with the confidence of those who are used to being obeyed.

But it wouldn't work. Not this time. She had complied to what he wanted almost every time, understanding his point of view… but not today. She had made her decision, and she wouldn't back down just because her father told her to do so. Her fingers dug deeper into her arms as she tightened her grasp, barely containing her own displeasure.

"Well spoilers, you can't make me." She said with a smug smile, for once determined to resist.

"Excuse me?!"

"You should get your ears looked at, you seem to deafen with age." She threw, too much on edge to retain her bitter remarks, before pursuing on a calmer tone. "I said that you can't make me. I'm not a child anymore, you're not responsible of me and I do not need your approval to decide of my future."

"It's her, right? SHE poisoned your mind with all of these ideas." The blonde man spitted, his hands abruptly coming against the wooden table separating both of them.

That's probably what made her loose it. The disdain dripping from his voice, the refusal of using her name, the assumption that she was responsible for everything… Yang felt a flicker ignite inside of her, soon followed by the discreet sound of her mane igniting and the change of her eyes to a crimson red. Propelled by that rage, she slammed one of her fists on the table, leaving distinct scorch marks.

"SHE HAS A NAME!" She growled through gritted teeth, before pursuing in a more hushed – but still menacing – tone. "And no, Blake didn't "poison my mind" or anything of the like. It was my idea, and no one else's."

"Jeez, what's wrong with you!" Taiyang pursued, visibly taken aback by his daughter's sudden resistance

"What's wrong with me?!" She started laughing, with a sick and bitter tone. "There's nothing wrong with me. You're the one who can't accept that your daughters have grown, that they're not your little dolls anymore."

"How dare you!"

"I dare everything I want!" she interrupted, not in the mood for one of his lamentable excuses. "We both know that you're the reason why Ruby left!"

She stopped at her own words, suddenly realizing the taboo that she had just crossed. She felt tears stinging her eyes menacingly, and the room fell oddly silent. She tried to say that she was sorry, that she shouldn't have said that, but all she managed to get out was a pained stutter, which was blatantly ignored by the man.

"Get out." He suddenly said.

He wasn't yelling, but his voice was even scarier with such violence contained in a whisper. She tried explaining, apologizing again, only for him to raise a pair of carmine, unyielding eyes on her.

"I said get out. And don't even bother coming back."

She saw the determination in his eyes, heard the inflexibility of his voice… there was no way back. She had passed a tipping point without even realizing it, and she would have to deal with every consequences. Silently, she went to her room and packed what little belongings she had in a used backpack, before coming back down still as quiet as a tomb. Without a word, she took Bumbleby's key while gritting her teeth, but surprisingly no protestation rose. Quickly eyeing the living room, she understood why : once again, her father was drowning his sorrow – and his mistakes – into the amber depth of alcohol. She scrunched her nose in disgust, and left without adding anything else. She was done with this part of her life, done with him.

Her first reflex was to drive, endlessly and aimlessly until she had calmed herself, but she soon abandoned. She couldn't waste fuel, not when she had just fled home – and subsequently lost all kind of income. She rapidly stopped in a gas station, placing her bike against a wall and shaking her mass of blonde hair out of the helmet. She had a few calls to make, the first of them being addressed to her recruiter.

"Ah, miss Xiao Long! I was expecting your call. Everything went well, I hope?" the joyous voice on the other end clashed pretty hard with what she had just been through.

"It was worse than I expected… Do you think I could join the campus earlier?" she couldn't help but nervously run a hand in her hair. She was asking a lot.

"Well of course ! Sadly the barrack for your duo isn't ready yet, but if it is okay with you, we have room in one of the common ward?"

"It's more than I could ask for, thank you very much sir." Relief flooded her. She wouldn't have to find a place to sleep in emergency.

"My pleasure. I just regret that your father doesn't support you in this… know that the whole educational team will be there for you if needed."

"Thanks sir. I should be arriving shortly, I'll just see if Blake needs a ride first. She'll probably need a place to stay too, do you think there could be another place for her? If not, don't worry, I'll share with her." Once again she rubbed her neck, feeling bad for forcing such decisions

"I'll se what I can do, it should be no trouble."

Once she was sure she wouldn't hang up on him, she shut down her phone for a little while. She still needed to call Blake, but she wanted to make sure that she wouldn't hear the tears in her voice. The recruiter had missed them, but it would certainly not be the same with her girlfriend… She was pretty sure that the cat could recognize her breathing in a crowded room, just by the sound it made. And now was not the time to dwell on her problems.

"Blake, please… tell me that you're just messing with us…" Kali's pleading voice, for once didn't get to her daughter's heart. Quite the opposite actually.

"No mom, I am very serious. I already signed up, and I will go whatever you think or say… I just wished that you'd support me in this."

"She dragged you in this, right?" Ghira sighed, his hand lightly rubbing Kali's sobbing back.

"Stop saying that ! I make my own choices, and I wanted to engage for a while now! I just happened to find SOMEONE who's willing to go alongside me." Blake said, crossing her arms and tilting her hips as she stressed her words. She wanted to push their buttons.

"We just want to protect you kitten… she's not for you…" Ghira softly said, but a slight twitch in his eyes showed Blake that she had reached her goal.

"She'll just break your heart !" Kali insisted, almost bursting in tears.

And it royally pissed Blake off. They hadn't even met her, they had just vaguely seen a picture, and they allowed themselves to judge? How could they even think they knew who she was, when they weren't even able to correctly guess what their daughter's favourite colour was?

"What do YOU know about Yang?! You never even accepted to talk to her!" She added, before suddenly calming down. There was no use in angering herself. "I'm done with this conversation. I'm leaving, and maybe I'll come back when you've learned to not be such judgmental."

And that's how she left her parents, both flabbergasted by her nerves, and went to her room to pick up a neatly folded bag. She was about to start packing, when her phone suddenly rang. It immediately brought a smile to her face as she saw Yang sticking her tongue at the camera. She loved that picture, and as she brought the phone to her ear, she immediately forgot the displeasing conversation she just had.

"So! How's my kittycat doing today?" Came the joyful, cheering voice

"Quite okay actually. I just made clear to my parents that they couldn't forbid me from going. But enough about me, how's the Dragon today?" she said with a smile, irresistibly cheered up just because she was talking to Yang.

"Alright I guess. I did the same, but my father kicked me out in answer."

She could almost hear her shrug… But she could also hear the slight trembling of her voice, and just like that she knew that her love was much more shook than she wanted to tell.

"I'm so sorry Yang… Wanna talk about it?"

"Yeah, but not on the phone. I was going to the campus, do you need a ride?"

"That could help a lot, I kind of told my parents to fuck off until they learnt to respect my choices…" she winced when she remembered her words, still barely believing it herself.

"You did that?" A heartful laugh followed, easing her guilt immensely. "I guess I'm really rubbing off on you! Anyway, I'll text you when I'm here?"

"Deal."

The conversation ended just after Blake heard the familiar roar of Bumbleby setting off. For the next few minutes, she dumbly smiled at her phone, before shaking off of her trance and getting back to packing her things. She had already planned everything in case she wanted to leave, but she was about to use her plan for the first time in her life. A few times later, she had everything ready. From the credit card with a safe account to the change of clothes, she was about as ready as she'd ever be. And luckily for her, her phone buzzed to life with a received message just when she was about to question her decisions.

*I'm in front of your house, waiting for you on my metallic horse. I'd climb your tower and pick you up, but I doubt your parents would be pleased with this… Not to mention the police ~*

She shook her head smiling to the girl's antic, before typing in a quick answer.

*Coming in, on a wing and a prayer*

*Careful tho, I see your parents roaming on the ground floor like hungry lions*

Frowning at the answer, Blake shrug it off and decided that she had made herself clear. She was about to pass right in front of them before she had a better idea, opening her window and quickly gauging the distance separating her from the ground. One stories tall was too much to jump, but she knew she could use the decoys of the façade to her advantage, so she set out to climbing out of her own house, like a teenager sneaking out. Well at least she guessed that's what a teenager sneaking out would do.

When her feet touched the ground, she suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline and the need to run. There was no way her parents could miss her leave now that she was about to cross a plain, grassed garden. So for the second time today, she did something that she would have found unthinkable not two years ago : she literally ran away from home. She heard her parents call her, pleading her to come back.

She blatantly ignored both of them, as well as the – closed – gateway, and focused on her next moves. She had to be perfectly precise as to not injure herself on the edges of the fence. She placed her right foot on the remains of a stump, using it as a foothold to propel herself toward the spiked fence. Right when she was about to scorch her ribs on it, she expertly placed her hand in between the blades, pushing herself upward enough to swing past them in a gracious flip.

Though her back coming violently against the other side of the fence was way less gracious.

She released the fence, trying her best to hide the fact that she was still dizzy from the abrupt stop of movement, and casually walked to Yang. When she was close enough, she heard a muffled whistle coming straight from the blondie, and even though she couldn't figure how she managed to whistle with her helmet on, she was immensely flattered.

"Any regrets?" the blondie said, motioning toward the porch from where her parents watched, her mother visibly crying in her father's shoulder.

"No." She said firmly before she turned to Yang and an idea crossed her mind. "Or perhaps… Just one."

She closed the distance between them, delicately unclenching the helmet and taking it off. Then, just as delicately as before, she raised on the tip of her boots and lovingly placed a kiss on Yang's lips.

"There, all better." She said with a shy smile, handing the helmet back to her.

"Oh my god, you're way too cute!" Yang answered, disregarding the helmet to hug her. "I love you so much…" she added in a whisper, her face still in the crook of Blake's neck.

"I love you too…"

Reluctantly, they pulled away from each other as they still had to go. Blake swiftly placed the crimson red helmet on her head, not failing to notice the mixed smile and wince from Yang as she did so. Painful reminders of her lost sister aside, she seemed pretty downed in comparison to her usual beaming smile. She knew that Yang's father had never been really supportive, but kicking her out had really taken its toll on her dragon, and she promised herself that if she met the man again she'd punch him straight in the face, in hopes that it would make him realize how much he'd hurt his own daughter. But for now they both set off toward the campus of the military school, wind howling as their past was left behind.

The air was thick, the room filled with the impression of authority that only powerful and respected leaders could create. Though neither Blake or Yang felt pressured by this authority, in the exact opposite being thrilled by the honour made to them. They were the only pair applying in their category, and so Ozpin himself had decided to be their tutor.

"You already know what engaging in the army means : Sacrifice, devotion, loyalty, but above all justice."

They both answered by a firm, affirmative nod which seemed to please their teacher. They were both wearing low-rank military outfits, and surprisingly enough even Ozpin had left behind his Field Marshal suit for a simple, military chaperone one.

"But I want to make sure that you know what being a PEI team means." He paused his pacing for a second, looking at them both straight in the eye. "It means that there is one and one only thing more valuable than your partner's life. It's innocent live. In any other case, your pair's survival is top priority. You have to understand that starting from now, you're one, unique individual, one being composed of two person perfectly synchronized. You have to consider losing your partner as losing one half of your body, as a terrible and unforgivable loss. Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes sir!" they both answered with the same voice.

"Now let's get you two in shape for the rest of the training. See that obstacle course here? Soldiers are usually unable to pass them without a solid team of minimum four members and a quarter of an hour. We'll work on this until you'll pass it in three minutes."

At these words, Blake and Yang exchanged a look, and both were surprised to find no worry nor doubt in the other's eyes. They trusted Ozpin, and most of all they trusted each other enough to know that they would end up achieving this. Not the first time, not the second time, perhaps not even the hundredth time, but they would end up achieving this.

They both complied to the warm-up exercises, and both had to re-think all of what they thought they knew about their physical condition. They used to think they were in pretty good shape, with Blake daily gym exercises and Yang's double-weekly workout, but being confronted to the military training was another thing entirely. Just when they both thought they were going to die of exhaustion, breath ragged and limbs dolorously burning, their tutor whistled the end of the exercises, relieving them immensely.

Until they were told to confront the obstacle course immediately after.

Their eyes widened as they trotted past the course, obstacles hardening with each step they made toward the start. When finally they got to the starting point, they were faced with perhaps the hardest of all, a six feet tall wall preceded by a dangerously slippery curve which made it top around eight feet tall.

"That's one hell of a wall" Yang whistled admiratively, hands on her hips as she tried to catch her breath.

"You'll have to help me up there… I'll never be strong enough to pull myself up, not after the warm-up," Blake winced, visibly annoyed that she had to ask for help.

"No problem kittycat! Could you give me a boost?"

As Blake nodded, she made a few steps back while her partner placed herself as close to the obstacle as possible, hands cupped in two at knee level. A small nod later, and Yang started running.

She focused on her next steps, as doing so much as side-stepping would be a brutal stop to their plan, and gathered as much energy as she could before freeing all of it in the step just before she placed her foot on Blake's hands. She was planning on barely brushing against them, but was instead met with a surprising force propelling her up, giving her more momentum than she could ask for. Which was a good thing, considering that her previous exhausted jump would have never been enough to attain the top of the wall.

Landing half atop and half face flat on the wall, she luckily remembered to grasp on the other edge despite the wind violently knocked out of her lungs. That sure would leave some serious bruises, but for now she had to climb the remaining of the wall, or all her efforts would have been in vain. Gritting her teeth, she pulled on her arms and after what could have been a solid minute of struggle she finally managed to pass a leg over the edge, soon followed by the rest of her exhausted body. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to catch her breath while still lying on her stomach, before re-opening them. Her motivation - if not her energy – renewed, she secured herself atop the structure, before extending a hand as low as she could to reach Blake.

"I can't go any lower, you'll have to jump" she said, already wincing at the effort it would need to pull her up.

"Okay. I'll take a few steps back"

True to her words, Blake made a few steps back before she started running. This time, as there was no foothold for her to use, she had to fight her way up the slope before jumping. For a second, Yang thought she wouldn't make it, but at the last moment her foot caught an incredibly tiny grasp on the last part of the slope, propelling her straight toward Yang's extended hand.

The rest of the action was dizzy, Yang remembered having pulled with all her might while Blake fought her way up the wall… The only thing that mattered was that they had passed that freaking wall. They exchanged a look, both laughing at how exhausted they seemed after what was probably just a walk in the park for most soldiers… until their eyes fell on the next obstacle. And their smile did too, as they saw the monkey bars hanging over a puddle of – probably ice cold – water. They had only just begun.

Days passed with that hectic rhythm, between gruelling sessions of physical training, weapon formation, basic medicine and emergency protocols. Then, bit by bit, days became weeks and weeks became month, and while Blake was regularly messaging her parents to ensure them that she was perfectly fine, Yang was blatantly ignoring her father's insistent and quite aggressive texts, simply shrugging that he was the one to cut ties from the start.

Luckily for everyone, no civil was authorized within the campus, and Yang was far too focused on her training to bother going out and explaining her point of view. It helped a lot in preventing the city from burning.

And with time passing and this merciless training, with Ozpin pushing them to chase their weaknesses and eliminate them, with the strict lifestyle imposed by the campus… Most of their friends thought they were going to blow a fuse or two, and give up.

And they could have been right, since just as Velvet had pointed out, Blake was now craving for solitude. She absolutely loved Yang, she was thrilled to see that they were improving day by day, further and further… But she was about to go mad. She didn't want solitude, she needed it just as she needed to breathe, and being stuck at Yang's side at all time was starting to hit on her nerves, slightly wearing her determination down.

In Yang's case, constantly being by Blake's side was more of a blessing than a curse, but she had another serious issue. Obeying Ozpin – or Glynda in case of their tutor's absence – was no trouble at all, as she respected their experience and their expert advice on how to train, fight and plan. But obeying some demented watchdog, barely able to hold a gun and wanting nothing but to humiliate the soldiers with a lower grade just to make sure that they'll keep their undeserved rank? That gave her a hard time. She had already received a blame for "insubordination", just because she had mockingly implied that the Lieutenant Cardin was nothing but a lazy upstart and a liar. If he had just shut up on his pretended performances on the obstacle course or just backed up his swagger, none of this would have happened. Neither her mid-voiced insult or the subsequent humiliation she gave him by passing the first obstacles all by herself and defying him to do the same.

Coco had laughed at her when she had announced her engagement in the army, and now she had to admit part of her words were true… Obediently following order was clearly not part of her vocabulary.

But everything wasn't that gleam looking, she just had to power through the formation. After that, she'd never have to answer to those stupid officers, as members of PEI teams were to answer only to the Field Marshal. In quite an ironic manner, they were given an equivalent of the Generals authority in case of an Emergency, as they were specifically trained for such cases. Yang had no real taste for commandment, but knowing that she would be freed of any hierarchy beside perhaps the one person she deemed respectable was a true relief. As for Blake… well she had noticed her nerves growing thinner and thinner with time, so she did her best to give her girlfriend some space by desynchronizing their personal training or simply shutting up and busying herself during some of the free hours they had, leaving the cat peacefully reading as if the outside world did not exist anymore. In fact most of the time she 'busied' herself by watching Blake read, trying to follow the course of the book she was reading just by the way her features shifted. She could have done this four hours – actually she WAS doing that for hours. And somehow, it greatly improved their communication. Blake had always had a knack for reading emotions, but now that Yang had started training daily she was steadily catching up. And as Ozpin had congratulated them on their improving teamwork, she had felt no guilt at all, even when Blake had caught her staring intently. The first time that it had happened, both had looked away with a slight blush, but now they contented themselves with a small, loving smile.

And that's how most of their training passed, time fleeing by as the strict program imposed by Ozpin started to pay off. Their physical form, as well as all kind of reflectiveness had greatly improved, and they almost didn't need words anymore. Of course they still needed to verbally communicate, mostly when the instruction was complex, but they didn't bother making complete sentence anymore. To many, it would have seemed like they were growing distant, as their daily communication became drier and drier with time, but it was quite the opposite.

Less words on the battlefield – or more like on training grounds – didn't mean they had stopped talking at all. After Blake's solitude crisis, they had bound even more tightly, to the point that saying "we" always felt more natural to them than saying "I", to the point that they barely acknowledged each other as someone else, most of the time just fine with sharing their very existence with the other.

And perhaps that was what Ozpin awaited, because he gave them their first mission soon after they had automatedly both taken part in a training that he had directed toward only one of them.

It was too silent. That's the thought that was roaming in Blake's mind, tormenting her with its constant reminder that the one she loved most was in a critical state. Constantly poking at her sides with guilt and resentment, as she had failed to her task and let Yang endanger herself. And no matter how many times Ozpin would repeat her that she had done exactly what was necessary, that she was right to put innocent lives before her own… She still felt guilty, and weak. She wasn't even able to protect her own partner ! She sniffled, throat itching and tears stinging at her eyes as she thought for the millionth time that she had been stupid and sufficient, persuaded as she was that this mission would be nothing more than the dozen that had passed before.

Rapid footsteps sounded on the hospital's tiled floor, abruptly drawing her from her hurt daze and drawing her hands to her face in an instant reflex. She had to be strong, for whoever would be there and mostly for herself. She pushed a timid smile on her face, hoping that it would be Velvet and Coco visiting, or perhaps even Weiss or Penny. If it was any of them, she knew that her afternoon would be a lot less gloomy. But just as she was starting to smile genuinely, he ears perked up and she got her attention on some crucial detail that she had missed. The footsteps were not only rapid, but also raging.

Immediately, her hand went hovering the grip of her weapon and she switched to a combat stance. She even managed to send a signal to lock the doors a few seconds before her enemy showed. She would never underestimate a threat ever again, especially not when Yang was still in such fragile state. Her breath evened, her shaking ceased and suddenly she was her former, complete self again. Completely focused on the intruder, she was ready for him when a tall, blonde, muscular and surprisingly sober figure turned the angle of the corridor.

The same could not be said of Taiyang tough, as he abruptly stopped around the time it took him to realise his path was blocked by a really, really pissed off Blake. He tried to shove her out of the way, but it only earned him a deadlock on his arm, Blake having let go of her weapon as soon as she had been sure it wasn't an actual threat. As much of an asshole this man could be, he was no more dangerous than a Creep.

"Let me go." He commanded, visibly annoyed by the situation

Blake was about to tell him to fuck off, before she remembered the promise she had made to herself a few years ago, and effectively let go of his arm. Only to deliver a right hook straight to his face, smiling when she saw him massage his jaw, eyes rounded in disbelief.

"Who the HELL do you think you are ?!" he suddenly roared, making Blake cringe when she thought about the hospital's peace suddenly shattered.

To which she answered with an unmasked pride by shoving her stripes under his nose and dutifully reminding him of the authority such rank granted her.

"So, as you can see, I don't "think" I am the one in charge here. I do. And if you forgot, then let me remind you that I am the only one with the authority to allow visitors at Yang's bedside, allowance that I will certainly not give you."

"Who said I shouldn't have the right to see my daughter?!" he fulmined, knowing full well that for once he was the one that had to obey.

"So now she's your daughter uh?" Blake spat, still remembering the weeks that yang had spent slowly getting over her guilt and loneliness. Not to mention her rage. "And actually, your daughter said it. She insisted upon not letting you in if she happened to get hurt, and she also specified that you should not be warned. Which brings me to my question, what the hell are you doing here?" she was weirdly calm.

Somehow this felt like she was making up for her mistakes. As if protecting her girlfriend from her father could make up, just a little bit, for the fact that Blake hadn't been watching her close enough during the fight.

"I told you, I came to see my daughters." Taiyang insisted through gritted teeth.

And that's about when Blake finally noticed the 's' on daughters, and it finally sunk in : despite all her efforts to hush the news, the fact that they had found Ruby had leaked. She cursed under her breath, not because she had once again failed to protect someone – no, Ruby was well aware that it would leak at one point or another, especially when she stayed at her sister's side… No, she cursed because she had lost a bet against Weiss, a bet on how long it would take before Taiyang knew.

"What, surprised I found out? Those nurses are freakin' gossips kiddo, you should know that by now!" he said with a sick smirk. "Now let me see my daughters."

"Wrong, I knew you would end up finding out Ruby was here. In fact she gave me special instructions, would you actually dare show up."

"Yeah? Well then what are you waiting for?"

Silently, she made a few steps to the side to place herself right where the camera couldn't see her anymore. Then her knee violently met the man's groin, inevitably drawing a pained, high-pitched squeak and a smile on Blake's lips as she murmured "Compliments from Ruby".

Then she spoke with a normal volume, covering her – quite illegal – gesture :

"You don't seem alright. I'll help you out, I'm sure one of the nurse will be able to help you."

She brought a shocked and way too much in pain to resist Taiyang to the entrance of the service, before spinning around and locking the doors shut behind her. The last thing she heard was Taiyang cursing her with a small voice, with his throat still visibly blocked by the mix of shock and pain she hoped he was experiencing right now.

She walked back to her previous place, this time deciding that she could allow herself inside the room, had Yang had obviously been woken up by the ruckus anyway. Delicately, she opened the door and her hear missed a beat, just as each time she saw her. Her eyes slowly trailed on the mane of blonde hair spilled on the pillow, a little tarnished by the weak state of its owner, and she lovingly followed the curves of her neck until finally their eyes met. And despite the paleness of her skin, despite the dark circles straining her cheeks, despite the constant beeping of her life support… She was beautiful. Perhaps even more beautiful than ever, as her lilac eyes instantly lighted when they met.

"Kicked his ass?" a weak, but definitely smug smile stretched her lips as she said so, Ruby displaying the exact same as they awaited her answer.

"You bet I did." Blake answered, her smile renewed. "I did so hard that it shoved him out of here."

Smiling, she sat at Yang's bedside along Ruby, and as she told them the full story, Yang delicately took her hand in hers, and that simple gesture reassured Blake. It reminded her that Yang was here, and even if she was hurt, she would survive. It reminded her that she had not lost her other half.

And that's all folks ! Thanks a lot for reading that long chapter, and thanks to all those who read the story up to this point. The next chapter will be a lot shorter, but will also have a special meaning : it'll mark one half of the challenge. Also I wanted to use that opportunity to tell you that today, the 20th November, marks the Transgender Remembrance Day. So, my full support to all those struggling, and We Remember.

SomeRandoFromTX: Thank you for your kind words ! Also yeah, of course. I'm not even sure kids understand what 'subtlety' is x) I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and good luck with your essays / homework !

See you soon, I hope !