"Yeah, that's been part of the problem." Yang reclines backwards until she can see the sky, though there isn't much to see on a cloudy night like this.

What the hell. Yang could drive herself crazy going over this in her head, and she doesn't who else to talk to. Ruby? Qrow? Pyrrha has enough on her plate and...well, it's not like she can take this to Blake. Not when Yang herself doesn't know what it means.

"You believe in fate, Akechi?" She asks finally. Screw it, start there.