#volume 8.

‘  no. . .  ‘  the airship is quiet around him. the humming of the engines is outweighed by the thumping of his heart. he can’t even begin to register the thoughts in his head. ruby-- yang-- both of them. gone. weiss and blake and jaune, too. half of the kids- his kids. the ones he promised to look after.    (    the ones that’d promise to look after him.    )    he wished he hadn’t tossed his flask. he wished he hadn’t come to this god damn city. he leans against the side of the ship. slides down to the floor and throws his head in his hands.  ‘  no, no-- it can’t-- it can’t be true. they can’t be dead.  ‘