[ She leads him through the doors and into the building. It's more or less abandoned: the only lights on are red emergency lights, but it hasn't yet fallen into any extreme disrepair. And, anyway, the stairs are solid, just around the corner. As they start to head up, Pyrrha puts her free hand on the railing, feels the metal rattle under her touch, and takes her hand back off.
Implicitly, his words read a lot like forgiveness. Maybe she has to conclude that he was never actually angry at her, that he won't wake up one day and force her to confront shoving him in the locker.
Just when she thought she couldn't feel more for him - ]
Jaune, nothing... nothing that happened that night was your fault. [ ... ] Repeat that back to me.
action.
Implicitly, his words read a lot like forgiveness. Maybe she has to conclude that he was never actually angry at her, that he won't wake up one day and force her to confront shoving him in the locker.
Just when she thought she couldn't feel more for him - ]
Jaune, nothing... nothing that happened that night was your fault. [ ... ] Repeat that back to me.