‘ CAN’T WE RUN ? ‘
the tribe would be a concern. they could well fend for themselves, but vernal knows better than to believe salem’s men wouldn’t resort to killing innocents. it’s a tricky situation, to say the least. ( she’s not one to turn tail and run, but there are few and fewer options available. ) she clenches her fists to keep them still, and breathes - panicking would not help anyone.
‘ if we leave now, we could… ‘
you will have to make a choice, eventually.
but she doesn’t want to, never has. neither side offers her anything but certain death.
( she’d like to choose her death, if at all possible. ) ozpin is incredibly selfish, using her for
his own designs without her consent - and salem, salem… is not much worse. it’s hard to
think they could be. in the end; vernal knows those who have the potential to save anima lie on ozpin’s side.
‘ i’d die before i let her get her hands on me. ‘