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[color=f7976a][i]Don't... die... Ben...[/i][/color]

She wanted to say that, but she doubted Lauren would get Ben killed. Her friends were reliable to believe in, not useless in any way.

...

A walk together with Amy sounded nice.

It was certainly better than walking alone.

Alone was what Sangue had grown accustomed to before she enrolled into Beacon.

"Together" was something she still needed time with. She needed time to grow used to it. The concept of walking with her friends without much in mind...

Sangue did not need to know much about people to begin liking them. She was grown in the wilderness and fought like the wild would, so pretty much anyone remotely related to society would be more civilized than her. She believed Amy to be a friend just as much as Lauren and Ben, regardless of how much they talked on a daily basis.

If anything, Sangue sometimes looked up to Amy for a different kind of confidence that resided in the Faunus. It was different from the confidence Lauren was pumped to the core with. While the Negasi had the ferocity of an unrelenting beast backing up her courage, Amy's confidence resembled that of a more calculative kind. Everyone in BASL was headstrong, they were just headstrong in different ways.

Blinking, the red-haired swordswoman stared at Amy for a moment. She then quietly nodded as glanced at the entrance of the dorm.

[color=f7976a]"You can... come,"[/color] Sangue spoke softly, her voice somewhat raspy. [color=f7976a]"You... can come with me..."[/color]

And so, a young snake slithered out of the dorm with her friend.

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A message had arrived in her Scroll, and Sangue stared at the message intently. A day with her family...?

She thought about her parents, and who they could have been. Although the thought was initially a scary one, she soon found herself to be pondering on what they could have been.

They could be serious parents who wanted her to grow up well. Or they could be surprisingly optimistic parents, considering that they only taught her how to defend herself with the training scribes they left behind. She heard from one of her drinking partners at a local bar that some fathers were kind of perverted and quite interested in women- maybe her own father was like that.

Her parents could be anyone. They could be people with personalities she'd never expect from her own bloodline.

She could imagine endlessly, just as she had long ago. They could be anything.

Anything but dead people.

They were not dead- she adamantly believed it so until she found solid evidence of it. So she found herself finding the incoming event on Monday to be quite neutral for her. The physically demanding activities that came with it, however, she was a bit concerned about.

For some reason, the image of Lauren laughing maniacally as she participated in literally every event somehow in some way came into her mind.

For now, she already had her family in the form of BASL. She loved them. They needed not to love her back, but they did. It felt undeserved for her, but she knew they would say otherwise regardless of what she said.

She walked down the halls of the dorms, and then down the academy without a clear direction.

[color=f7976a]"...Amy...?"[/color]

The redhead closed her eyes for a brief moment and opened them gently.

[color=f7976a]"Are we... a family?"[/color]

[color=f7976a]"I think... this team is all I have..."

"Bastille... could be all I have... so I... thought about asking that..."[/color]

There were no underlying intentions under her simple question. She geniunely wanted to know Amy's thoughts. She wanted to know more about how Amy viewed things. 

Sangue had asked a question as she continued to walk slowly, down to the infirmary's direction. She thought about passing most of the facilities in the academy before finding a quiet place to possibly meditate in. Of course, she would need to tell Amy first if she did eventually find such a place, considering how Amy followed her for a walk rather than a reflection upon herself. Sangue's meditations worked best in the presence of the skies.

The chains under her right sleeve of her clothes jingled quietly once in a while as she walked.

[@Kaithas]