[Jaune stops in his tracks and sucks in a sharp breath. He had seen Blake but it wasn't any easier. He knows he should say something to Pyrrha, but the thought of facing others who had seen that...seen what had happened and what he said, it was overwhelming. He never felt more like a stranger. It wasn't necessarily better with Blaine or Blake but he didn't feel like he had to force himself around them. Pyrrha was trying to help. When he looked at her, not wearing his usual outfit or armor but a dirty hooded sweatshirt to conceal his face and jeans, he just looked afraid and detached.]
Pyrrha. [Talking was its own battle.] I don't know. [Why now?]
Action;
Pyrrha. [Talking was its own battle.] I don't know. [Why now?]