It's hardly Inigo's fault that he didn't know. Blake just hasn't told many people here about how bad Faunus oppression can get; it's not exactly casual conversation. But it's extremely relevant to the story she has to tell here.
"Yes. At first, he was my mentor. When I was twelve, my dad stepped down from leading the White Fang, and he and my mom left the group altogether. I stayed."
She skips over how she'd screamed at them, how she'd called them cowards and traitors, for preferring pacifist peace over actionable justice. She skips over how she hadn't seen them from then until very recently, and the guilt she's felt for years for treating them that way.
"Adam looked out for me. He protected me, and taught me everything he knew, from ethics to philosophy, and how to fight. The chapter of the White Fang that we were in was slowly growing... more violent. I got caught up in it. I justified it to an extent. But I never condoned murder of innocent humans, and that was what Adam started doing." She pauses briefly, eyes lit up by the bonfire, lost in thought. "At first he told me that it was self defense. And then it was an accident. He always had an excuse. He started getting so violent. And I believed him, every time.
"Our relationship turned romantic, later." There's a lot she's not mentioning. But she's here to talk about the specific memory, not the entire history of her relationship with him. "One night, when I was sixteen, we were on a raid to free some slaves from a Dust mine. He'd set the whole place on fire.
On the way out, a human security guard got the jump on me. Adam killed him. And I was just-- intoxicated. I couldn't think straight, I loved him so much. I was horrified, but I just kept making excuses for him. He took his mask off for me then, the mask he'd always worn since we met, and I told him I loved him. That I wasn't afraid of him. And with blood still drying on his shirt, he told me, nobody will ever love me the way he does."
When she finishes, her throat is so tight she doesn't know how she was able to get a word out, and she scrubs a sleeve over her eyes.
"Eventually he started killing so many people that I--" she breaks off, heaving a sigh. "I ran away. And it turned out to be the wrong thing to do."
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"Yes. At first, he was my mentor. When I was twelve, my dad stepped down from leading the White Fang, and he and my mom left the group altogether. I stayed."
She skips over how she'd screamed at them, how she'd called them cowards and traitors, for preferring pacifist peace over actionable justice. She skips over how she hadn't seen them from then until very recently, and the guilt she's felt for years for treating them that way.
"Adam looked out for me. He protected me, and taught me everything he knew, from ethics to philosophy, and how to fight. The chapter of the White Fang that we were in was slowly growing... more violent. I got caught up in it. I justified it to an extent. But I never condoned murder of innocent humans, and that was what Adam started doing." She pauses briefly, eyes lit up by the bonfire, lost in thought. "At first he told me that it was self defense. And then it was an accident. He always had an excuse. He started getting so violent. And I believed him, every time.
"Our relationship turned romantic, later." There's a lot she's not mentioning. But she's here to talk about the specific memory, not the entire history of her relationship with him. "One night, when I was sixteen, we were on a raid to free some slaves from a Dust mine. He'd set the whole place on fire.
On the way out, a human security guard got the jump on me. Adam killed him. And I was just-- intoxicated. I couldn't think straight, I loved him so much. I was horrified, but I just kept making excuses for him. He took his mask off for me then, the mask he'd always worn since we met, and I told him I loved him. That I wasn't afraid of him. And with blood still drying on his shirt, he told me, nobody will ever love me the way he does."
When she finishes, her throat is so tight she doesn't know how she was able to get a word out, and she scrubs a sleeve over her eyes.
"Eventually he started killing so many people that I--" she breaks off, heaving a sigh. "I ran away. And it turned out to be the wrong thing to do."