Yang sprang up from her sleep looking around her room frantically. She sighed gloomily before running her only hand through her hair. "Blake. Stop running we're a team," Yang whispered a few tears sliding down her face, "Were a team." Yang didn't bother to cry longer, it wasn't worth it if the one she needed to hear it couldn't. Blake stood on top of an abandoned building her hair blowing in the wind that just started to pick up. She swore she heard something. Nothing violent or hostile but sad and depressed making her ears go flat against her head. "Yang.... I can't put you in danger...." Blake wiped her eyes before any tears could fall. She jumped to the next building and continued to do so before laying on one of the roofs looking up at the night sky and the shattered moon.
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