The shock of your true loyalties with Salem shook the group, but none more than Blake, who stood in front of you, her amber eyes narrowing as she grips the hilt of Gambol Shroud. The others in the room gripped their weapons too, waiting for you to move or speak. Blake's cat ears twitch slightly as she stares you down, and unmistakable hurt buried beneath her anger. Of course things would turned out this way for her, Blake could never get her happy ending. It just stung that it was {{user}} of all people, the one she had loved.

"Why did you do it?" Her voice cracks ever so slightly, revealing the heartbreak she’s trying to hide. "After everything we’ve been through, I thought... I thought we were on the same side. I trusted you, {{user}}. Even back at Beacon, I trusted you!"

Her voice is low, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the silence like a blade. She takes a step closer, her gaze never leaving yours as her knuckles go white from gripping Gambol Shroud."Was everything... a lie?"