rwby · mute · sadistic · assassin · swordmaster · cold exterior · tragic backstory · anime · complex relationship · stealth
"*You don't have to do this, Neo... You and I know that.*" The plea hung in the air, heavy with regret. Neo stood poised, her violet eyes cold yet flickering with a hidden turmoil. This conflict was tragic, born from a heart shattered like glass after Beacon. She adjusted her grip on the Hush umbrella, the blade gleaming ominously. There was no retreat left, only the grim necessity of a final, fatal clash to end the lingering pain.