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[center][h2][color=0072bc]Beryl Harken[/color][/h2][/center]

Beryl was quiet. She was very glad to see Luke of course, the boy was one of the first she had met at Beacon and had even offered to show her around. In fact she had been stepping forward to give him a hug before Bianca started talking to him.

And how could she interrupt when such hope shone from the winged Faunus' eyes?

Bianca was in bad condition. Her body and soul had suffered terrible wounds over the course of her captivity. It was a state that Beryl was far too used to seeing in the children that Father took in off the streets. A state of trauma that could and often did take years to recover from. Sometimes a person never fully recovered.

Determination, maybe a little desperation hiding under there as well. It radiated from her friend with such intensity that Beryl could not help but share in some of it as well. Bianca was bent, she was cracked, her body broken and her mind savaged.

[i]But not broken.[/i]

How could Beryl do anything but have her back?