This may or not be canon with the whole story but I wanted it put in.

But GFFSNBNRGNUB it sucks terribly.

-YARN

Jaune willed it all to be some terrible dream.

Beacon was overrun.

Ozpin was gone.

Yang had lost her arm.

Blake was missing.

Weiss had been taken.

Hundreds had died.

Pyrrha...

Pyrrha was...

He dragged himself out of the bed he hadn't remembered falling asleep in. He vaguely managed to recall trying to get back up as strong hands pushed him to the bed and made him lay down. His blurry vision at the time couldn't focus and he thrashed and fought, trying to get back to his feet. He remembered something pricking his arm and his body becoming sluggish.

He sat up, his memories of being told the news running like a video through his head.

He stumbled towards the bathroom and splashed some water on his face and lifted his head to look at himself.

Red-rimmed eyes and a haggard face met his gaze.

He mechanically went through the rest of his routine, everything seeming unreal and hazy at the edges. Color blurred and mixed until he didn't even know where he was headed. He noticed whispers around him but he was too lost to connect the sounds to meanings.

He had barely even registered the fact he had left the room he was given.

He found himself in the middle of a garden that was reminiscent of the one he used to lie in back at Beacon.

When the worst he had to worry about was bad grades and keeping up with his training. His training which he should have used to save people.

But he didn't.

He was a weak fool.

The person who couldn't save anyone.

Not even his own partner.

Pyrrha death was his fault.

He should have argued harder, been faster to stop her, cut his way out of the locker.

Done something.

Why?

Why did she do that to him?

How could she leave him?

How could he have let her die?

He let out a pained moan and slid to his knees as he began to weep into his hands. his anguished memories ripping into him with wounds deeper than any physical pain.

"Pyrrha!" He sobbed into his palms, "Pyrrha, I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!"

There was no reply as the anguished boy screamed his litany of sorrow unto the sky.

Jaune waited in front of the door where Yang was.

It had taken him most of the day to build up the ability to make it here. He had heard of what had happened, of course. People's whispers of her grievous injury that might end her career as a huntress.

Jaune swallowed the lump in his throat as he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Yang?" He murmured, "Can I come in?"

There was no response.

He gently twisted the knob and peered in to see Yang staring sightlessly out the window.

"Yang?" He said again.

She turned to face him, blinking as though she didn't know him.

Jaune noticed the strip of bandages covering the stump of her arm but ignored it in favor of searching her face.

She looked broken.

"Jaune..." She said, her voice trembling, "I didn't hear you come in..."

He walked over to her bed and she almost immediately reached out and grabbed his shirt before yanking him closer. He scooted next to her as she threw herself at him, burying her face in the crook of his neck and wrapping her arm around his neck. He noticed the stub of what was once her am try to mimic the other arm's action. She began to sob brokenly and he took a deep breath as he held his own sorrow at bay.

He need to be strong for her.

"I've got you, Yang." He muttered into her hair, "Let it out."

He stroked her hair and she sobbed until tears refused to leave her eyes. He murmured comforts in her ear and waited out the storm. When she final sagged fully against him, spent, he leaned back against the headboard.

"I'm sorry." He said.

She looked up at him, "What for?"

"I should have been there to protect you. I should have lost an arm." He mumbled, "I'm sorry I couldn't help anyone."

Silence - punctuated by their soft breaths - filled the room.

"I don't care if you want to be stupid, but save it around me." She grumbled, "This isn't your fault, it's mine."

"But -" He tried to say.

Yang pressed her forehead against his lips, "Don't. Please. You've blamed yourself enough."

He wanted to argue, but he knew she was right.

Jaune inhaled the familiar scent of her hair and looked out the window, "I'm leaving."

Yang jerked in shock, "What?"

"I'm joining Ruby to travel to Mistral. I am going to find whoever did this, and I will make them pay." Burning anger laced with venom saturated his tone, "I will kill them or die trying."

Yang's hand grabbed his collar, "You can't leave me!"

Jaune took a single look at her distress before he crumpled in sorrow and he choked out his apology and justification.

"I can't do nothing! I have to do this, just once! Just once I want to do what I can and try my best! If I stay behind, how can I live with myself? I can't be a coward anymore! I refuse to be the coward anymore! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Yang! I refuse to be selfish!" He cried, "I want to stay, I'm so scared that nothing I could do will help, but I van't let this go!"

Silence again filled the room, save for the boy's hiccuping sobs and breaths.

She gave him a long look and her hand left his collar to tilt his chin up, "If you go, you need to do something."

He blinked at her eyes wide.

"Promise me you'll come back to me. Swear on your name. If you do that, I'll believe in you and wait for you." She said.

He nodded, an took a deep breath, "I give you my word, Yang Xiao Long. I will come back, and an Arc always keeps his word."

They knew it might get broken.

He wasn't strong, he was one of the worst possible candidates to go, but he had to.

To do what's right.

She begged him to stay for one night and he acquiesced to her plea.

When morning came and she was still asleep, he got up and got ready.

Time to go.

He kissed her cheek, "Goodbye, I love you."

And like a silent breeze, swept away out the door.