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She knew it wouldn't be so simple to just reunite with her team. Ruby and Weiss are happy to see her again, but Yang is still tense and awkward around her and Blake is all too aware it's her own fault.
She doesn't mean to come off as pitying when she tries to help Yang with her bags, it's just a kind gesture. But she can't pretend she doesn't notice the prosthetic arm, or how Yang will rub her fingers against it every so often. Just because she finally got back at Adam for what he did by knocking him out and wrenching the White Fang from him doesn't mean Blake will forget that night at Beacon.
How if it wasn't for me, Yang wouldn't have lost her arm in the first place.
They sit together on the train, but while Ruby playfully runs after Weiss and falls asleep on her shoulder later during the ride, Yang is quiet. It's not that Yang's never quiet, but the few times Blake tries to start a conversation Yang barely responds.
It's like she told Sun, she knew her teammates would be mad at her for leaving. Ruby forgave her because she forgives easily and Weiss isn't the same Weiss who would have read her the riot act back in their Beacon days. But she saw it in Yang's eyes when they reunited at Haven, she still sees it now.
She remembers the Vytal Tournament, Yang attacking Mercury and how she nearly burst into tears when Blake didn't instantly believe her innocence. How Yang still jumped into the fray to help her without hesitation when Adam showed up despite that.
She lost her arm for you, and you didn't even stop to say goodbye before you ran away like a coward. Again.
Yang told her about her childhood. About how her birth mother abandoned her and the stepmother she considered her true mother disappeared one day. And Blake went and did the same thing - not as a mother figure, of course, but as a partner, a friend, someone Yang had put her trust in.
An apology's not enough, it never will be.
Blake sighs, glancing over at Yang as she stares out the train window. Weiss and Ruby are both asleep, Team JNR and Oscar can be faintly heard talking in the next car over. And Blake, who usually prefers quiet, would rather be chatting with someone right now, for Yang to be trying to engage her in conversation like she did during their Beacon days.
But just as she's about to reach for a book, Yang reaches for her with her prosthetic hand.
"I don't-" She swallows, and Blake looks her directly in the eye. "I'm not angry, not even really mad anymore, I just..."
She looks down, rubbing her upper arm, and Blake understands.
"Don't worry about it." Gently, she traces her fingertips along the surface of the metal, and Yang relaxes, giving her a small smile.
It's quiet again after that.
She knew it wouldn't be as simple as reuniting. Yang needs time, and for now all Blake can do is stay by her side and be patient.
But it will be okay.