THE WITCH’S EYES SHINE  like a bloodied guillotine as she looks upon the single rose within the great, flawed garden of muted agonies that is Team RWBY, where bumblebees and flowers that bloom in winter are aplenty. How fragile, she thinks, and how pathetic it all seems, to be rendered into tears by the simple implication of a memory. She remembered well how the storm surrounded Summer, how the lightning struck the ground and split it open.     ❝    Your friends will die, just as your mother did ---- in vain, in agony,   ❞   she says apathetically.    ❝    Why must you continue to fight a war that was never yours? You know the truth, now, little rose. You have the power to stop this, to let your suffering end.    ❞
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