Rosegarden Week Day 4: After the War
A fic idea I had during the mid-season hiatus, but didnβt have time to write, but now it fits the prompt soβ¦
I meant this to be a one-shot but itβs past 1 am and I need to sleeeep so now itβs a two-shot and Iβll post the second half Friday.
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βI think Iβmβ¦ done.β
Heβd expected them to argue, to try and convince him to stay. But standing before them, his small frame battered, bloody, and broken, they averted their eyes. Even Ozpin remained quiet.
Heβd kept their secrets, prevented Salem from using the relic, endured torment for their sakes. Heβd suffered for them. Heβd had to take lives for them. And it had shattered him. He felt hollow.
He just wanted to go home.
And they let him.
He allowed Ozpin to take over, to tell them the last things theyβd need to know about the vaults, the relics, the war to save humanity.
And when the dust settled in Atlas, when the refugees poured out into the other kingdoms, he went with them, just one more body, lost among the masses.
He didnβt even tell them goodbye. But even through the numbness that gripped his soul, he felt a sting of regret when he thought of her face, silver eyes brimming with tears.
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