She fought every impulse not to wince upon learning the fate of her ex-leader. Blake knew how much being a huntress had meant to the younger female — and how she had effectively crushed her dreams with a merely stab through her heart.
In truth, she could feel the infliction of the pain after the severity of her deeds came crushing down on her, only when her eyes were obscured by the very mask that currently hid her face.
Blake knew that there would be no redemption for her now. That it was impossible to go back to the team and to apologise, grovel at their feet for forgiveness, blame the ghost that haunts her incessantly, driving her to such predicaments. The Faunus was no coward, and the price of her deeds was to lose everything and be painted in black.
"But she is alive, is she not?" She responded, her tone low and monotonous. "Something stopped your impulse to slaughter me on that day. What changed?"
It was certainly time to confront Blake. Beating around the bush served no more purpose than to let her old partner have a chance at letting her guard up. Yang wanted a real fight. Yang wanted revenge.
Her brown boots clicked against the hard cement floors, the sandiness of it echoing in the empty warehouse as her eyes trained on nothing but the faunus. She knew the faunus would never switch teams, not again. "She is alive. But that was only misfortune on your part. " Yang answered gravely, it almost scared her.
"That day, you were still my partner, and I was a huntress. A huntress never kills her partner. So what changed? Everything."
Bumblebee roared to life at her next command, guarding by Yang as she braced herself. "And you remember Bumblebee."
