Well that...probably didn't come out of nowhere. Jaune just stops in place and stares, quietly, his eyes a little wider than normal. Congratulations on getting that much emotion out of him, Blake. If he was thinking rationally, he might understand her point. There was literally no advantage to what he was doing. What a lot of them were doing. Rational thinking is one of the last things he's trying to accomplish though, and having to talk about what happen, having to face what he's already constantly being reminded of, is just enough for everything he's been trying to bottle up to flood out of his control. He didn't have any control over anything else, so why did it matter?
"No, screw all of this!" His fist collides with the window he was standing next to, with enough force to fracture the glass. He doesn't care though. He doesn't even notice. Every nerve hurts already. "You're the one who doesn't get it. You shouldn't be my friend. After everything we've been through? Everything I've done? What the hell, Blake? I thought you were supposed to be smart." His voice catches, and his vision begins to blur. He hates Battler, but he hates himself more. He didn't choose for Battler to do this. But he chose to be a stupid, trusting idiot who believed that if you tried hard enough, things would turn out okay eventually.
He hadn't learned the first time, and people had died, again. "You're right. I'm stupid, and you've got better things to do. So just...go read your book or whatever. I don't need or want your advice." He's crying. He's crying and his voice sounds broken, but he's just so empty and tired and angry he doesn't care anymore.
He always knows the wrong thing to say
"No, screw all of this!" His fist collides with the window he was standing next to, with enough force to fracture the glass. He doesn't care though. He doesn't even notice. Every nerve hurts already. "You're the one who doesn't get it. You shouldn't be my friend. After everything we've been through? Everything I've done? What the hell, Blake? I thought you were supposed to be smart." His voice catches, and his vision begins to blur. He hates Battler, but he hates himself more. He didn't choose for Battler to do this. But he chose to be a stupid, trusting idiot who believed that if you tried hard enough, things would turn out okay eventually.
He hadn't learned the first time, and people had died, again. "You're right. I'm stupid, and you've got better things to do. So just...go read your book or whatever. I don't need or want your advice." He's crying. He's crying and his voice sounds broken, but he's just so empty and tired and angry he doesn't care anymore.