[ Weiss sat down as soon as he'd said it was fine. That put him closer to the door than her. Even if she could still easily run if she wanted to, she didn't want to and she'd wanted to show him. Running away after he'd showed her this yesterday had been a bad move. She knew that it probably took a lot for someone to open up about something like this.. after all, Weiss didn't even like it when someone asked about the scar over her eye.
Weiss watched his body carefully. She clearly wasn't appreciating it like it was a show put on just for her, or in any way appreciating his musculature or the view. She'd noticed it, but her mind was far from anything that most girls would think about when a guy takes off their shirt for them. She focused in on the scars, her expression serious but sympathetic.
Honestly, she knew that there wouldn't have been anything she could have done for him at any point. If he was 10, that would make her.. what? 8? She wasn't exactly sure how old he was, but at that point there was nothing she could have done. There was nothing she could have done now, and any hopes of changing that system? Dashed. Being in prison meant that she wouldn't inherit the company unless she was acquitted completely. Even if she wanted to help, it wouldn't change Adam's past. As much as Weiss had been through her own share of nightmares, they were mere uncomfortable dreams compared to what Adam had been through-- that was painted clearly on his body.
Weiss reached her hand out slowly, as though to touch them and make sure that they were real. They were obviously old, it matched his story. Part of her still scrambled to find alternate scenarios, possibilities that vindicated those in her life of this crime, but.. As her fingers grazed across one of the scars, she knew that there was no way. She had to stop trying to deny it. This was the work that she had been so prepared to inherit. It was no wonder her father wanted her to learn how to use a weapon.
She didn't agree with the White Fang and she would never approve of their methods, but a little more than before, Weiss could understand why they fought. ]
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Weiss watched his body carefully. She clearly wasn't appreciating it like it was a show put on just for her, or in any way appreciating his musculature or the view. She'd noticed it, but her mind was far from anything that most girls would think about when a guy takes off their shirt for them. She focused in on the scars, her expression serious but sympathetic.
Honestly, she knew that there wouldn't have been anything she could have done for him at any point. If he was 10, that would make her.. what? 8? She wasn't exactly sure how old he was, but at that point there was nothing she could have done. There was nothing she could have done now, and any hopes of changing that system? Dashed. Being in prison meant that she wouldn't inherit the company unless she was acquitted completely. Even if she wanted to help, it wouldn't change Adam's past. As much as Weiss had been through her own share of nightmares, they were mere uncomfortable dreams compared to what Adam had been through-- that was painted clearly on his body.
Weiss reached her hand out slowly, as though to touch them and make sure that they were real. They were obviously old, it matched his story. Part of her still scrambled to find alternate scenarios, possibilities that vindicated those in her life of this crime, but.. As her fingers grazed across one of the scars, she knew that there was no way. She had to stop trying to deny it. This was the work that she had been so prepared to inherit. It was no wonder her father wanted her to learn how to use a weapon.
She didn't agree with the White Fang and she would never approve of their methods, but a little more than before, Weiss could understand why they fought. ]