There were a couple of things Blake could say. None that would be easy for Weiss to hear. She remembered feeling the same every time she looked at Yang. And sometimes even now, though it had gotten less over time. It wasn't like she'd ever completely airbrush what Adam had done and Weiss wouldn't be able to forget what she'd seen either. All that could happen was that it could get more bearable over time. and besides, she couldn't forget the pain that Yang had been in when she had run into her that first night at the festival either. Running hadn't fixed anything. It had just made her feel like she was doing something.
She crouched down to where Weiss was. "That's easy to fix. We move. I'm not particularly attached to any one place in particular, I'm so used to moving."
The last place she had let herself grow sentimental over was Beacon.
"I wish I felt something," she said. "I do sometimes. I'm mad at myself. I trained so much swearing that I'd never be weak again and this happens. But the rest of the time I'm empty. I don't if that's good, if I've gotten stronger, or if it's denial,or I'm just used to horrible things or if there is just something very, very wrong with me. I get angry and I have nightmares. But when I'm awake I don't feel anything, Weiss."
She bites her lip. She hasn't even told Yang that. She doesn't know how to. The good feelings she has, like when she's with her girlfriend are still there. But what if one day she stops feeling everything? Is her choice to either become so broken that she can barely take care of herself like Jaune or to become some unfeeling stone person? It's like she's disconnected and can't reconnect. She wishes in some strange way that she could break down and cry. All she can do is keep busy instead. And she doesn't even know how to comfort her friend. That's the worst part.
"I wish I had some answers,"she said, hopelessly. "Except that if you can look at me now, try to burn it into your mind that even though I went through that, I survived. And so did you. But I don't have a better answer right now. I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing. I can't even cry."
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She crouched down to where Weiss was. "That's easy to fix. We move. I'm not particularly attached to any one place in particular, I'm so used to moving."
The last place she had let herself grow sentimental over was Beacon.
"I wish I felt something," she said. "I do sometimes. I'm mad at myself. I trained so much swearing that I'd never be weak again and this happens. But the rest of the time I'm empty. I don't if that's good, if I've gotten stronger, or if it's denial,or I'm just used to horrible things or if there is just something very, very wrong with me. I get angry and I have nightmares. But when I'm awake I don't feel anything, Weiss."
She bites her lip. She hasn't even told Yang that. She doesn't know how to. The good feelings she has, like when she's with her girlfriend are still there. But what if one day she stops feeling everything? Is her choice to either become so broken that she can barely take care of herself like Jaune or to become some unfeeling stone person? It's like she's disconnected and can't reconnect. She wishes in some strange way that she could break down and cry. All she can do is keep busy instead. And she doesn't even know how to comfort her friend. That's the worst part.
"I wish I had some answers,"she said, hopelessly. "Except that if you can look at me now, try to burn it into your mind that even though I went through that, I survived. And so did you. But I don't have a better answer right now. I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing. I can't even cry."