A young hero, an exalted heiress, a troubled rogue, a party girl, and a knight. These are the five members of RWBY, a team brought together and trained for the sole purpose of combating the rampant evils that plague the fantastic world of Remnant. I...
Robyn cheerfully laughs, lying on the bed in her cell and examining her fingernails.
Robyn: You should have seen the look on Joanna's face.
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Robyn: I don't think she'd ever lost a fight before that. At least, not fair and square.
Met with silence, Robyn sits up and looks over at Qrow, Zach, and then Jacques, the latter of whom swats frantically as a fly buzzes around his face.
Robyn: (sighs) Tough crowd tonight. Guess Ironwood should have paid for better cell block entertainment.
As she speaks, Robyn stands up and stretches, walking over toward Qrow's cell. Her comment earns a small chuckle from Qrow while he stares at Clover's pin.
Robyn: And he smiles. Did I win?
Qrow: Hey, it's your game. I don't make the rules.
Robyn loses her cheerful demeanor.
Robyn: I'm sorry for what happened. It wasn't your fault.
Zach: She's right, man.
Qrow: It was, though. I made a deal with the darkness, and he paid the price. It was all happening so fast, but Clover wouldn't let up. Could have worked together against Tyrian if Clover just...
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Qrow: But the thing that really stings? For the first time in a while I thought, maybe, maybe I could be around somebody - anybody - without my Semblance making it... complicated. And now, it just feels like a childish dream. Gone... like everybody else.
Robyn sadly looks at her hand, listening to Qrow.
Robyn: Believe it or not, I know a little of what that's like.
She walks over to the wall between her and Qrow's cells.
Robyn: When people are worried you're gonna sniff out their secrets, they tend to push you away. It makes a real connection... difficult.
She places her fingertips to the cell wall, the Hard-Light distorting in reaction to her touch. She then pulls her hand away and looks at it.
Zach: No one needed him because his Semblance was a curse. We trusted Oz because he could stop any bad luck Qrow couldn't. If it weren't for my nephew, Oz wouldn't even be here.
