was that really why she was blaming him so badly for everything, acting like she was in the total clear? it was because she didn't know a thing about her father's company....?
adam was speechless. he was slack-jawed, staring down at her like she had just grown another head. he slowly shook his head, thinking that she was unbelievable.]
What... your father has done... [adam was starting to regain his composure again, and with that he frowned, glaring at her.] ...has put my family into forced labor and threatened them with their very lives. And don't you dare stand there and say that... that's just some media accusation when--
[adam didn't really care that they were in the cafeteria. he had grabbed his shirt from behind his jacket and lifted it, showing off his stomach to her. all over his body, even from the small amount of skin he was showing her, there were scars. long gashes that looked horrid and unsightly. he lowered his shirt after he was certain she had a good glance.]
When I've been there. In a forced labor camp when I was ten years old, Weiss.
[he huffed, looking away from her. that was a memory he would rather not bring up... back when he was beaten around so badly, he just barely got out of that.] But you're right... you're not one of those people. I can tell. It's clear that you didn't even know about any of that.
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what on earth was she talking about?
was that really why she was blaming him so badly for everything, acting like she was in the total clear? it was because she didn't know a thing about her father's company....?
adam was speechless. he was slack-jawed, staring down at her like she had just grown another head. he slowly shook his head, thinking that she was unbelievable.]
What... your father has done... [adam was starting to regain his composure again, and with that he frowned, glaring at her.] ...has put my family into forced labor and threatened them with their very lives. And don't you dare stand there and say that... that's just some media accusation when--
[adam didn't really care that they were in the cafeteria. he had grabbed his shirt from behind his jacket and lifted it, showing off his stomach to her. all over his body, even from the small amount of skin he was showing her, there were scars. long gashes that looked horrid and unsightly. he lowered his shirt after he was certain she had a good glance.]
When I've been there. In a forced labor camp when I was ten years old, Weiss.
[he huffed, looking away from her. that was a memory he would rather not bring up... back when he was beaten around so badly, he just barely got out of that.] But you're right... you're not one of those people. I can tell. It's clear that you didn't even know about any of that.