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“Nah, it’s fine. There’s no need to apologize.” She didn’t look fine. “You’re right, my dash thingie has potential. I’ll look into it when whatever this shit that’s happening is over.” Her tone got more confident as she continued talking, yet you catched up how her voice slightly cracked at times. She was trying to show strength. “Maybe we should… train together later? Help me learn more about my Semblance and all that? You look smart and all that. And then you can explain to me what kind of bullshit ya did back there. Aye?” Unexpected for her to offer this without your input, but you wouldn’t deny the opportunity.
“Yes. Yes, we should. Again, I’m sorry,” you still felt a tinge of guilt. Time to remember this for future missions.
“I said its fine! Stop apologizing so much; it makes you look weak. And I don’t want to be seen being carried around by a fucking…” Sora stopped talking as she took out her Scroll to read it. “…oh fuck. I gotta go. The Black Sheep got attacked too.”
“What? Right now?” you asked her. A coordinated attack against the White Fang and the strongest criminal syndicate in Kuchinashi? Atlas reinforcements? A group of Huntsmen? Grimm? Something else?
“Don’t know. Things look bad. I’ll catch ya later. Say hi to Tay for me, will ya?” Sora looked at you, briefly nodding. She started jogging away towards the exit.
You would ask her about the details later. Right now, your priorities were different. You opened Tay’s door and saw him sitting at his desk, his hands hiding his eyes as he looked up towards the ceiling. The room looked messy. Pieces of glass were on the ground, and his hair looked unkempt. He looked utterly exhausted. Carmine was there too, sitting on the sofa close to you with her arms crossed. She had the White Fang mask on, and a new high-tech prototype armor you hadn’t seen her use before. She turned to face you. “I came here as fast as I could. I was training with Sora. Sorry. She also asked me to tell you that the Black Sheep…” Tay’s voice sounded tired, defeated, as he interrupted you.
“Eight dead. Twenty-one critically wounded. All either agents, allies or sympathizers to us. Dinah’s gone. She was one of our veterans. Not only that, but info has already spilled to the bosses. She had renown, you know? Fighting for the cause ever since the beginning near Menagerie. A veteran, a heroine. And now she’s dead.”
Dinah, the elderly lady cat-faunus you met before, the one that had burn marks on her face who looked blind. You didn’t talk to her much, as she mostly performed lookout tasks. But she? A veteran? This looked bad. It felt bad.
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