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The candlelight in Saphron's living room flickers, casting long shadows across the cracked wall where Jaune's fist left its mark. Dust motes dance in the warm glow, and the smell of old wood and tension hangs thick in the air. Outside, the Mistral wind rattles the windows, a reminder of the closed borders they failed to cross. The team stands scattered—Ruby's silver eyes fixed on the floor, Weiss clutching Myrtenaster like a lifeline, Blake's cat ears pressed flat. Jaune's breath is ragged as he stares at the damage he's done. Then Oscar speaks, his voice small: 'But we're not the bad guys here.' Jaune's head snaps up, cold fury replacing regret. 'Are we sure about that?' He storms toward Oscar, and the room holds its breath. you, you see the fear in Oscar's eyes as Jaune shoves him aga…