[What do you do when a ghost walks into your life? This isn't the first time ViViD has taunted her with people she missed. She's seen Blake, Nora, Neptune. Just an hour ago she'd have sworn to have stumbled across the corpse of her sister, but none of them seemed as real as Pyrrha did in front of her just now.
She blinks, shakes her head, wipes her eyes, ready after each one for her to be gone. Back on Remnant in the months following her death she would sometimes see that tinge of red out of the corner of her eye, or hear her voice on the wind. Pyrrha was her friend, one of the few she had, and part of her deep down blamed herself for her death. If only she was faster. If only she had sooner realized what was going on. If only, if only. Those two words seemed to haunt her ever since the tournament, after Beacon fell and she was forced to return to Atlas. After she she feared she would never see any of her friends again. It was funny, really. Pyrrha really was the pillar keeping their ragtag band of weirdos together, and none of them had realized it until it was too late. Or maybe only she hadn't, and this would be another thing she would go on regretting.
Her left hand twitches, dropping Myrtenaster without a second thought. It clatters as it hits the ground, bouncing before vanishing in a silver light as Weiss dares herself to take a step towards her friend.]
Phase II, had to mentally prepare myself for this one
She blinks, shakes her head, wipes her eyes, ready after each one for her to be gone. Back on Remnant in the months following her death she would sometimes see that tinge of red out of the corner of her eye, or hear her voice on the wind. Pyrrha was her friend, one of the few she had, and part of her deep down blamed herself for her death. If only she was faster. If only she had sooner realized what was going on. If only, if only. Those two words seemed to haunt her ever since the tournament, after Beacon fell and she was forced to return to Atlas. After she she feared she would never see any of her friends again. It was funny, really. Pyrrha really was the pillar keeping their ragtag band of weirdos together, and none of them had realized it until it was too late. Or maybe only she hadn't, and this would be another thing she would go on regretting.
Her left hand twitches, dropping Myrtenaster without a second thought. It clatters as it hits the ground, bouncing before vanishing in a silver light as Weiss dares herself to take a step towards her friend.]
Pyrrha? Is that really you?