panic. But soon he started to remember events and places. He recounted being pulled into the dark classroom and the emergency crew arriving to help.

Eventually though, he remembered a person, someone who he thinks saved him. The face still eluded him, but he could tell Goodwitch one thing. "She was blonde, so much blonde."

No member of team RWBY slept that night. After arriving back to the dorm, Weiss and Blake sat themselves down at the far end of the room, as far from the window as possible in an uncomfortable silence. Neither girl knew what they should do or say as Yang went to work on her sister, cleaning off the blood and dirt with a washcloth and getting her changed into her pajamas and out of hercombat gear.

As she sat watching the older sister take care of the younger, Weiss did her best to make sense of the conflicting emotions battling for dominance in her mind. On one side was the part of her that looked upon the girl who attacked her, a girl she trusted and considered her friend, and was furious. How could Ruby do this to her? She nearly killed her and then went on as if nothing had happened. Why? The rest of her looked at this innocent child and felt, pity. Something terrible happened to this girl to drive her to this and Weiss was unsure if she truly wished to know what. For now the heiress decided it was best to wait for Ruby's explanation before she would