[She's real. She's solid and in his arms. It's impossible and yet she's there. It's not a dream, not like the one's he'd been having for so long now. This is real.

Jaune's throat tightens. He can't stand seeing her like this. This was Pyrrha. She wasn't supposed to be like this...so...so vulnerable. He holds her for a moment, buying himself a little more time. She's shaking against him, but at least she's returned the embrace. He let's the moment last, but he knows it can't be forever.

He takes a shaky breath and brings his hands up to lightly grip her arms as he pulls back. Partly to continue his own reassurance that she is there and partly to stop her from getting away from him. He's not sure he can stop her, but he's going to try his hardest to ensure that his friends are never able to get away from him like that again.

He wants to look at her more clearly now. He's still close, he wants to wipe away her tears but he's afraid to let go of her arms. He's afraid this will turn into one of those nightmares where she crumbles before him...turning to dust like Ruby had described to him. His voice is soft when he speaks again. He's almost surprised he can speak.]

Pyrrha...I...I'm so glad you're safe. You're here. I...I thought you were gone and I couldn't help you. Why---why wouldn't you let me help you?

[Even as he asks the question he knows it's not fair. He would have been so useless in that fight it wouldn't have even been funny. That still doesn't make him feel any less responsible for the loss of his teammate. It was his responsibility. He was the leader and he had been unable to do anything to support his team as it had fallen apart. He hadn't even been there to SEE it fall apart.]

Pyrrha...I'm so sorry. I couldn't save you. I couldn't...I couldn't do anything.

[There is guilt all over his face.]