Note: Okay, the final part of this little two-parter. I'm glad I got this out quickly, but these chapters are getting a little long for me. I like to keep them at usually around 4,000 words, but boy they have just been dragging I feel. or have they? I don't know, let me know what you think. This will pretty clearly tie into what the next arc will be about, so I hope you stick around. I definitely want to keep my current upload schedule. As always, thanks for your support, and thank you to readers for helping LUBYP get to 300,000 views! I really appreciate it. Enjoy.


Blake did not return to her dressing room. She didn't stop to speak to her team. When the panel ended, and the rest of the guests went into the audience to mingle with the crowd, Blake rushed toward the nearest bathroom she could find. She hid herself in a stall for several minutes, terrified of what would happen if someone saw her. She needed space to think, to breathe. Unfortunately, she couldn't find any calm no matter how much she isolated herself. She was merely delaying the inevitable.

Her Scroll buzzed in her pocket. She switched it off without even looking.

When she was certain the coast was clear, she huddled by the sink and splashed water onto her face, trying to clear away the redness in her eyes. It only partly worked. She could still see the remnants of her tears, but at least if someone passed her down the hall, they wouldn't think she was a broken mess. Hell, who was she kidding? Everyone in the theater knew she was a broken mess. She was only trying to fool herself.

Once her breaths became steady and several more minutes passed in silence, she charged out of the restrooms and headed down the hall with hurried steps. She stopped only once to ask for directions. She marched with a passion, her dread morphing into anger with each beat of her heart. She wasn't scared to face Sienna anymore—she was furious. That bitch had just played with her emotions for the whole world to see, and now she planned to what, rub it in her face? Blackmail her? Dump even more fucking trauma on her, as if she didn't have enough with that goddamn vision still racing through her thoughts? She had half a mind to slit Sienna's throat for what she did, and the only thing that tempered her fury was the anxiety of knowing that, actually, she didn't know what Sienna wanted with her at all. She was walking into the unknown, and if this meeting with Sienna went anything like their last encounter, it wouldn't be pretty.

Sienna's dressing room was on the second floor of the theatre, guarded by two large bull-Faunus in tight black suits. As Blake approached them, they nodded at her and stepped to the side.

"Miss Khan has been waiting for you—"

"Fuck off," Blake hissed, storming past. She grabbed onto the handle and twisted it so hard that it was nearly torn off from the wood. She entered the room and froze in its entranceway, her eyes quickly scanning the setting. The dressing room looked a lot like hers, but she didn't care for the finer details. Her eyes were for one alone, and that loathsome individual was curled up on the couch waiting for her, knees tucked to her chest, a can of watermelon soda pressed to her lips. Sienna's eyes only briefly flicked toward her, but then they returned to her lap, where she was scrolling through her socials. One of the guards shut the door behind Blake, and suddenly, the two of them were alone once again.

Sienna swallowed her soda and sighed. "Took you long enough."

Blake held back a scream, but her words were still pointed and powerful. "What the fuck was that all about?"

"What was what about?"

"That… all of that…" Blake growled. Sienna just shrugged.

"I don't know why you're upset. I thought you looked pretty great out there. You were composed, considerate, intelligent, funny—God, do you know how hard it is to work a crowd like that? And you did it effortlessly. It was really impressive for someone with such little experience. I mean… except for the bit at the end…"

Blake's eye twitched, and she shuddered deeply. "Is this some kind of game to you? You publicly humiliate me out there, you bring up my fucking dead dad, and now you're just… like, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

Sienna took a deep breath and threw her head back against the armrest of the couch. "Okay, first of all… calm down. I need you to be calm for this."

"Calm?" Blake said incredulously. "After the shit that you just pulled, you want me to be calm?"

"Let's hit this in order, all right?" Sienna stated. "First of all, you were not humiliated out there. If you felt like you were, I'm sorry, but I think you came across great. Anyone who watched you saw a young woman who performed better than any of the other panelists, and even when you get flustered, you still outshine everyone else. You screwed up one answer, and even then, you showed a moment of emotional sincerity that demonstrated you understood our struggles. The people who watch this might think you are young and have a lot to learn, but they already didn't like you much going in. You're never going to change their minds. And guess what? Their opinions don't matter anyway, because no one even watches these. You are speaking at a panel hosted by the Society that is going to get fifty views on their Page max. It's hardly the end of the world."

Blake clenched her jaw. That answer didn't feel right. It should have mattered. All of this stress and anxiety had to matter. What else was she spending all day worrying for? And yet, Sienna's words drew her mind back to her old therapy sessions. Dr. Noetal once pointed out something similar to her, and though the context had changed, Blake was still forced to confront the unpleasant truth. She was a national hero. No one was going to change their mind about her because she gave one bad answer at a Faunus panel. If Atlasian politicians could get away with embarrassing themselves to their followers every day and still rack up support, she was basically bulletproof. Maybe the Faunus in the audience would walk away more skeptical of her. It wasn't like they were on her side at the beginning. And who cared if they were? They were Faunus. It didn't matter.

And that tasted awful.

"Second of all…" Sienna pursed her lips, and she found it necessary to meet Blake's judging gaze. "I'm sorry I had to bring up your father. I know that was rough for you. I doubt you'd believe me, but I wasn't trying to upset you. I just… I needed to see how you would react. I needed to see you under pressure. And, most importantly…" Sienna flicked her tongue outside her mouth. "I needed you to know that we were on the same page, Blake. Or… Belle, if you still go by that."

Blake seethed, trying to stop herself from lunging at the most powerful Faunus in the world. "How?"

"How what?"

"How did you know?" Blake asked, her voice trembling.

"I think the better question is," Sienna said, calmly rising to her feet, "how did the Faunus teenager that once told me she was going to burn the world end up becoming a Human Huntress, who's the most popular woman in the Kingdom?"

Blake sneered. "I asked first."

"I asked a more important question."

"I'm not in the mood for your games," Blake said. "This is literally life and death for me, so I need answers. How did you know who I was?"

Sienna smiled to herself. She placed her soda on the table, crossed her arms, and started pacing back and forth, sifting through her memories. "You really thought I would just forget you existed? Maybe you did; I think that's funny. I'm going to be honest, Belle… when we had our conversation… it shook me. Not your confessions, but your ideas. I guess you have always been more persuasive than you give yourself credit for." Sienna walked over to the dressing room mirror, and looked long at her reflection. "I'm supposed to be a leader for our people. I have to unite. You are the type of Faunus that I am trying to speak to: young, feisty, driven. You were the daughter of a man who championed civility and respect. But you were… well, you. You were too far gone for me to reach, and that scared me. If I couldn't resonate with someone like you, how was I supposed to change anything? It made me feel hopeless in a way I hadn't felt in a long time." She glanced toward Blake's solemn reflection. "You know the feeling?"

Blake said nothing, but something shifted in her expression to let Sienna know she found kinship.

"I never forgot your face. I couldn't. It haunted me," Sienna confessed. "So, imagine my surprise when one day, I turn on the news, and I see that face again. Only this time, it's different. You're standing next to Ozpin, all of your fur stripped away. But I know it's you. I can see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice. I think I'm going crazy, so I ask my team to look into your past. What I find is a hastily thrown-together backstory and barely a file in your public record. You didn't exist until a few months ago, conveniently after our conversation together. That… well, that pretty much settled it. Still, I had a few doubts until I shared the stage with you tonight. Once I saw your reaction to me… yeah. It was you. You have a lot of faces, but apparently, a poker face isn't one of them." Sienna turned toward Blake directly, tilting her head. "Now… fill in the blanks."

Blake just shook her head, letting her frustration overwhelm her. In hindsight, she really had done a great job controlling herself on stage if Sienna could draw this out of her so easily.

"No. No, fuck that," Blake hissed. "I'm not telling you anything."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"No, seriously, what are you going to do about it?" Blake cried. "You think this is all some big fucking game, right? You're gonna blackmail me to reveal a bunch of incriminating shit, or what, you'll leak me being a Faunus to the public? That's your whole plan, right? Well, screw you. Go ahead and tell everyone. No one will fucking believe you anyway, so who cares? I'm not playing your little games, and I'm not playing into this whole fucking sympathy card either. You make me relapse into the worst day of my life in front of everyone, and you're going to just pretend you're sorry? Fuck. You. So. Much."

Sienna didn't seem phased by Blake's outburst. If anything, she just seemed disappointed it had to come to this.

"Is that what you think I'm going for? Blackmail?" Sienna asked honestly. "Blake, Belle… do you know why you looked good out there?"

"Stop trying to gaslight me—"

"No, I'm serious. For the first fifty-eight minutes of that panel, you outshined everyone," Sienna explained. "Those two had decades of collective experience over you, and you managed to make them look like fools. And the reason you were able to look so good out there, was because I helped you. When we worked together, you were outstanding." An almost cruel smile briefly flashed across Sienna's face, calculated to draw Blake's animosity toward her. "And then what happened? The second I became hostile, you floundered, just like you are floundering right now. You are right that for those final few minutes, you fell apart—and it was easy. You're right about one thing: We are playing a game. That game is called optics. It's a game I have been playing while you were still learning how to spell. Get it yet?"

Blake had no response. Sienna unfolded her arms, and began approaching her.

"If I wanted to blackmail you, I would have just sent you a message in private and we could have skipped the show. The show was the point. I wanted to share that stage with you because you needed to see firsthand what I am capable of, since you're too damn stubborn to listen otherwise. I needed to show you that I could lift you up, and even quicker, I could drown you. You haven't been publicly humiliated. Not yet. Not unless I want you to be. I'm not a cruel person, Blake, but I am efficient. Cruelty can be efficient. So can compassion. So, no, I don't expect you to tell me anything because you're a Faunus. I expect you to tell me everything because I'm better at this than you." Sienna stopped a few feet short of Blake and jutted her sharp finger into the young Huntress's chest. "Now… fill in the blanks."

Blake looked down at the finger against her flesh. She used to think Sienna was weak. Adam would tell her that over and over again she was incapable of making sacrifices. But she had gotten it all wrong. Sienna had no problem sacrificing anyone to further her cause. She sent hundreds of Faunus women to the front lines, hoping they would get beaten to fuel public sympathy. She brought up her father just to show how vulnerable she truly was. Blake wasn't sure how much damage Sienna could do to her reputation, but she knew that Sienna would try anything. Without her reputation, she was powerless. She muttered her response quietly.

"I want my team here," she requested. "I don't talk business without them."

That's what it was all about. Business. If she was forced to play the game, she wanted her teammates. Sienna removed her finger from Blake's chest and smirked. "Call them in."


"And that's pretty much it…" Blake finished with a sigh. She leaned back on the couch, and Yang placed an arm around her shoulder. Weiss, sat on the other end of the couch, her eyes darting back and forth between her teammates and the civil rights leader she honestly couldn't believe she was sharing a room with. Ruby stood in the corner, studying, contemplating how this all turned so sideways so quickly. Blake seemed so eager to confess everything that Ruby had to constantly interfere. She managed to get the basic details out. Changing her appearance with a Semblance. Plotting an attack on Beacon. Selling out her Faunus allies when she discovered the Grimm, and teaming with Ruby to stop it. It was all Sienna needed to know, and still, it was too much.

Sienna, resting against the mirror, nodded in understanding.

"Stiltskin. Of course," Sienna grumbled.

"You know him?" Blake asked, surprised.

"He's the only flesh manipulator I know who is sympathetic to the Faunus," Sienna confessed. She opened her mouth and pointed to her enlarged teeth. "I once considered going to him to fix my overbite. Glad I changed my mind; Faunus traits aren't something we should have to hide away. Still, I never thought he would be able to completely morph someone into a Human."

"It hurt like hell if that makes you feel better," Blake noted.

"Not really. But damn," Sienna muttered under her breath. "Trying to blow up Beacon Academy. I knew you were violent, but I didn't think you would risk something so… spectacular."

Sienna meant it literally, not as a compliment. The destruction of Beacon Academy and the death of Professor Ozpin would have kicked off a spectacle of Human-Faunus conflict not seen since the Great War. It wasn't something they wanted to confess—Ruby was adamantly against it—but Blake felt backed into a corner. Sienna was persuasive, and with the threat of public humiliation and the loss of their standing over their heads, she felt they could not afford half-truths. Besides, Sienna already knew she committed a few murders as a Faunus, and didn't sell her out to the Humans then. Blake had some solid reasoning that she would be secure, protected by Sienna's other plans. Still, she felt the need to defend herself further.

"Look, I was a different person then. If it isn't super obvious, I changed a lot. If you want to expose me—"

Sienna sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "No. I just… It's a lot to take in. I'm glad you changed, though. I guess that's some good to come out of this whole mess. I'm… sorry about your boyfriend."

Blake choked down something and spoke without emotion. "Yeah. Me too."

"Well, that certainly adds some context," Sienna admitted. "But, it sounds like you girls have some good intentions. I'm glad about that, genuinely. If you were manipulating the public—"

"Like you?" Weiss asked sharply.

"Like Ozpin," Sienna countered, "then this wouldn't work. But if you're hero story is legitimate, and you actually are interested in doing some good, then I think we see a path forward."

"A path to where?" Yang asked. "You haven't exactly told us what you want with us?"

"I mean, it's fairly obvious," said Sienna. "You girls run a Fund. I want to invest."

"You want to put money into the Team RWBY Fund?" Weiss asked incredulously. "That's what this is all about?"

"Of course not," Sienna said quickly. "I can transfer personal funds to a group of Huntresses, no matter what causes you claim to support. Politically, it would be the death of me. My investment is going more personal—an exchange of causes, if you will."

"Just say it," Ruby said suddenly, more aggravated than her teammates were used to hearing. "You want us to do your dirty work."

Sienna laughed, snapping toward Ruby. "Right to the point. No wonder you're the leader."

"It makes sense," Ruby claimed. "We are immensely popular. You want to use us to further your agenda without it seeming like we're bought and paid for. If we refuse, you'll make us seem like a bunch of racist authoritarians and crater our public image."

"I hope it doesn't come to that," Sienna said honestly. "Do you have any idea how special you are? You manage to appeal to every demographic I can imagine. The conservatives love you because you are Huntsmen who justify the existence of the system. The feminists love you because you're strong women who challenge aggressive male-run Academies. The media loves you because you're charming and attractive and make them look good. You are diverse enough that everyone can pick their favorite team member like you're the latest pop group. The religious, the activists, the libs, the conspiracy crowd, the youth—God, you are insanely popular among the youth. I don't think there is a single well-represented population that you don't appeal to in some way. The only group that is even somewhat skeptical of you is the Faunus, and you're more than willing to meet them halfway. Last night, you engaged in a dangerous high-speed chase across Vale, and until I spoke up, most people were thanking you for it. You are the dream team of public messaging, and if you think I would want to destroy that, then you don't understand me at all."

"Okay, okay… so we can help you," Yang said, trying to remain hopeful. "We can advocate for whatever Faunus causes you want, and you won't spread rumors about us to the press. That's… that's not so bad, right?"

"No," said Ruby quietly. "It's not that simple, is it? Because if you just wanted us to speak in favor of Faunus rights, you wouldn't have to do anything. If you're going through this much trouble, there is something special you want us to use our influence for, isn't there?"

Sienna nodded. "You're bright. I already know you advocate for the Faunus, but I've noticed there are limits. I want you to do something that only you can."

"We're not killing anyone for you," Yang said sternly, but Sienna just glared at her.

"What makes you think I want you to kill anyone? You have enough blood on your hands. I want you to help expose something for me."

"Expose?" asked Weiss. "Like government secrets? We aren't close enough with Huntsmen leadership to get that."

"You girls really like making assumptions," Sienna pointed out. "I'll just cut to the chase then: I need you girls to attack Faunus abuses at the Schnee Dust Company."

An immediate panic broke out among them, something Sienna hadn't foreseen. Weiss instantly stood up, waving her arms, shutting Sienna down as her teammates processed the danger they found themselves in.

"No. No way. Off limits," Weiss insisted, but Sienna shrugged her concerns off.

"The Schnee Dust Company is the biggest exploiter of Faunus in the world. Tens of thousands of Faunus slaves work in their mines. They directly fund the prison camps on Menagerie, and have their hands in the pockets of every anti-Faunus politician on the globe. I know that he's your father, but that's why you have to be the ones to speak against it. People might actually listen to you."

"I… we can't do that," Weiss said nervously. "You don't understand—"

"No, you don't understand," Sienna insisted. "You cannot expect to be neutral in this conflict forever. People are suffering, and for years all we have been able to do is watch. Now, we finally have someone on the inside who can fight them head-on, who can sway public opinion—"

Ruby stepped forward, speaking harshly. "We are not going to fight against Jacques Schnee. That is off-limits."

Sienna grunted, seemingly baffled by Team RWBY's sudden resistance. Ruby tried to stay calm, but on the inside she was screaming. She understood where Sienna was coming from, but they were very careful not to reveal how much of a horrific disaster it would be to lose Jacques's trust.

"Why? Why off-limits?" Sienna asked, frustrated. "Because he's family? That can't be it."

"If you want us to do anything else, we can try to help you," Ruby offered. "But we cannot—under any circumstances—go after the Schnee Dust Company."

"But why? I mean, unless he's directly…"

Sienna's eyes went wide in shock. Ruby knew at once the game was given away.

"Oh my God… really?"

Shit.

"You girls took his money. Is that how you funded your Team RWBY thing? With Schnee blood money?"

Shit. Shit. Goddammit.

Yang spoke up, trying to defuse the situation. "It's more complicated than that."

Weiss's head whipped around and she snapped. "Don't confirm it!"

"I mean, she knows, all right!" Yang said defensively. While Team RWBY argued amongst themselves, Sienna just stared at them, somewhat revolted.

"I can't believe you would really do something like that," Sienna admitted. "I mean, I knew you had to get the money from somewhere. I just thought you would be more principled."

"We are principled," Blake said hurriedly. "Do you think we like working with Jacques Schnee? The guy is an abusive asshole. I want to puke every time I talk to him. Like, if you even knew half the shit he did to us personally, you'd know we don't have respect for the guy."

"Okay then," Sienna said, more confused. "Then help me expose him. If it's a money issue, I can help set you up with more ethical investors. We'll help buy out whatever he promised you."

"It has nothing to do with money. It's…" Blake looked to Ruby for approval, and her young leader was incensed that she had to reveal even more to Sienna.

"Look, it is really hard to explain right now," Ruby said carefully. "But I'll just say that if we upset Jacques… people that we care about are going to be hurt. We need him to like us right now."

Sienna was taken aback by Ruby's sudden confession. It hadn't crossed her mind that there might have been more factors at play behind Team RWBY's success, though it really should have. Ruby was, of course, genuine in her struggles, even if she couldn't convey them properly. Sienna folded her arms more tightly and stayed silent for a minute, stewing on her thoughts. Ruby hoped that she would see enough reason to leave them alone, though admittedly, she didn't trust things to work out for them. They never did.

"He's blackmailing you?" Sienna asked bitterly.

"Not exactly," said Ruby. "But in general… if something happened that made Jacques no longer support us, some very bad things could happen. It's not that we don't want to help the Faunus, but we can't risk the lives of people we care about. I'm really sorry."

Ruby wasn't sure why she should be sorry to the woman who was trying to exploit them for her personal gain, but Sienna seemed to take the message to heart. After another few moments of silence, Sienna bowed her head in defeat.

"I'm sorry, too. I wish that wasn't the case."

"Thank you for understanding," Ruby said, breathing a sigh of relief. But Blake spoke up suddenly, her words laced with disgust.

"Ruby," she said, "that's not why she's apologizing."

Ruby stared deeply at Sienna, who seemed unwilling to look her in the eye. No. She couldn't…

"You… wait, what?" Ruby asked.

"Yeah, what?" Weiss followed. "You heard what we just said. If we challenge my father, then that would seriously harm us."

Sienna said nothing.

"Our families would be in danger," Weiss said again. "You can't expect us to go along with any plan that risks our family's lives."

Sienna shrugged. She was always shrugging things off, wasn't she? Shrugging off allegations, shrugging off her past, and now, shrugging off her guilt.

"I'm sorry, I'm not following, because no one is saying anything," Yang said hopelessly. "Are we being threatened into going after the Schnee Dust Company? Is that what's really happening here?"

Ruby choked. "Sienna, please—"

"Stop."

Sienna's words were cold and blunt, but there was some small amount of pain that seeped through.

"I'm sorry that you've been put in this situation, and I know this must be hard for you. I didn't know I was going to be asking so much of you. But I need you all to understand something: we are talking about thousands of Faunus lives. Taking down the Schnee Dust Company could be the first real step toward Faunus liberation everywhere. For years, I thought this was impossible, and now I am finally seeing my opportunity to do it. I wouldn't ask you to do anything that I wouldn't do."

"Bullshit!" Yang snapped. "You're asking us to endanger our families."

"Which is something I would do," Sienna said harshly. "I don't care about your families. I'm sorry if that seems cruel, and you can think whatever you want of me, but I do what I do for the good of all Faunus. We are trying to end the enslavement of my people, and that is going to require risk and sacrifice. I already sacrifice my safety advocating for the Faunus. You've sacrificed your morals working for Jacques Schnee. I'm asking you to make a sacrifice now for a worthy cause."

"Sacrifice?" Weiss challenged her. "It's not a sacrifice when you aren't the one losing anything."

Something deep in Sienna broke. She snarled, stepping up to Weiss and staring the ex-heiress down. "You have no idea what I have lost, Schnee. I have had people—very close people—taken from me because I refused to back down from my ideas. I could black out the sun with all of the scars that are crossed on my back. Your father is using my people as his property, destroying them so that you and your friends can run around playing celebrities." Weiss backed down underneath Sienna's shadow, and when Ruby stepped forward to defend her girlfriend, Sienna quickly turned to cut her off. "And you—your mother killed hundreds of Faunus when she destroyed Memoria. The blood of innocent Faunus is soaked into your genes. You will sit here and lecture me about sympathy, while taking blood money and partnering with her." Sienna pointed at Blake, and made sure all of them were listening to her. "I am sorry that you are in this mess, and I am sorry that your loved ones have to face the consequences of your bad choices. If you don't believe me, that's fine. I've never asked for your approval. I'm asking for your help to do something meaningful in this awful world. And…"

Sienna took a deep breath, corralling in her most intense emotions. She backed away from Weiss and composed herself, remembering who she was. "And if you can't do that… if you want to put your loved ones over the lives of millions of people… then I would start preparing for the consequences of that instead. I like you girls. Genuinely. But I'm not letting my people suffer for your sake. I'm really sorry that this is harder than I thought it would be." She pulled out her Scroll, typing something absentmindedly. "I know this is going to be hard for you. I'm not expecting an answer immediately. I'll let you think it over for a few weeks. Who knows? Maybe you'll find a way to keep your loved ones safe. I hope you do. I'd rather no one get hurt who doesn't deserve it. I'll even see what I can do to help, if it makes the process easier. But my people will be in contact with your people, and when the time comes, I hope we can work together. Oh, and in case you think it's a good idea to try to preempt me, or reveal anything we said in private… please don't. You all just gave me a lot of info to work with."

Team RWBY was silent. There was no other way to put it: they were trapped. Two sides were out for their heads, and just when it seemed like they finally had the world under their control, someone came along to pull the rug out from under them. Ruby, Weiss, and Yang felt sick, but Blake felt the worst of all. Because, in some weird way, she had succeeded. In some respect, Sienna was the same politician she always was. But her fire, her ruthlessness—Blake saw only herself in that. She thought she had lost that debate with Sienna in that hotel room all those many months ago, but she was wrong. She changed her mind.

She underestimated herself again.

Sienna asked Team RWBY to leave the room shortly after. It was clear that arguing with her wasn't going anywhere, and Team RWBY collectively decided it wouldn't be a good idea to have a public incident with such a powerful figure. Sienna was polite enough to thank them for coming to the debate as she kicked them out, and soon, the four girls were standing alone in the hallway, unable to do much of anything. Ruby started walking quickly, and Blake called after her.

"Ruby, I'm—"

"Blake. Shut up." Ruby's words were cold. Her mind became flooded with doubts, and she couldn't even stomach to look at Blake. It had all gone so wrong so quickly, but that was just the story of their life at this point. They would struggle, and fight, and claw up a new solution like they always did, or they would suffer. It was just one more mystery for Ruby Rose to solve on her own, one brand new dilemma that threatened to crush her. For one fleeting moment, though, a new thought crossed her mind. For just one second, Ruby thought she made a mistake keeping Blake on her team.

Of course, she dismissed that quickly. Of course.

Blake sighed. Yang rested a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure she didn't mean it. She's just upset at everything."

The Faunus shook her head. "Why wouldn't she mean it? I'm her least favorite."


On the flight back to Vale, Blake noticed she was tagged in a post on KnightsPage. It came from Sienna Khan, and was attached to a clip of highlights from the discussion panel. It lasted only three minutes, but over two minutes of footage was of Blake making excellent points and getting cheered. Her breakdown at the end of the debate wasn't shown at all. The text beneath was brief.

Had a lovely time talking with Pris1454, SageMD, and RealBlakeRWBY at the PSSS yesterday! They all made some really great points, and I was so glad to share the space with them. The future of Faunus advocacy is looking bright.