"How many times have I told you not to look them in the eye?! They are dangerous, abhorrent beasts!"
Withholding tears, a small Weiss looked up into her father's stern expression.
All she had wanted to do was help the frightened, injured boy that had appeared at her doorstep. She had never seen so much blood before, or known that skin could be torn and cut in such awful ways. Yet, despite the fear and shock, a fervent impulse had pushed her to extend a hesitant hand toward the trembling kid. However, before she could reach him, she had been rapidly pulled away. Against her will, she had been dragged away to the sound of the child's desperate pleas. Weiss had sat in silent shock as the guard explained to her father what had transpired, but the girl was certain that his account of the events had been completely wrong: he described some kind of "trespasser", but there had not been any such thing! How could that boy ever hope to trespass anywhere or hurt anyone when he was the one who needed to be comforted?!
"WEISS!"
The abrupt scream compelled Weiss to straighten her posture and widen her eyes in a childish attempt to demonstrate the amount of attention she was paying to her father's words. Upon seeing her nervous reaction and after staring at her small figure for a couple of moments, Jacques' visage finally softened. Placing both hand atop his desk and crossing his fingers in a deliberate manner, the man continued speaking in a solemn tone:
"I just want to make sure you're listening. I'm worried sick about you. Do you have any idea what could have happened if the guards had not been there?" Jacques then pressed a quivering hand against his face. "Just imagining it makes my stomach crawl."
Experience told Weiss that the best thing she could do was to ask for her father's forgiveness and promise him that she would behave in the future. But, once again, that same impulse flared up inside the girl's mind. Gripping her pristine white dress tightly, the girl managed a meekly retort: "B-but he wasn't dangerous. He was hurt and needed help."
Contrary to what she had expected, Weiss' statement had not incited her father's anger. Instead, as he glared at her with pity, Jacques spoke: "Yes, yes; I'm sure that's exactly what he wanted you to think. I can't blame you for believing him. That's what they do: they pull at your heartstrings like poor, homeless animals only to strike as soon as you turn your back on them. I suppose there's only one way this lesson will truly sink in."
Jacques snapped his fingers and the door behind Weiss immediately slammed open. When she turned around, she saw a guard entering the room while holding the Faunus child she had seen earlier that morning. The kid had been mended and cleaned, allowing Weiss to better take note of his small dog ears. However, despite finding himself in a better state, the Faunus was struggling and letting out grunts of protest: "Stop! You're hurting me! What are you doing?!"
In spite of the boy's complaining, Jacques continued talking in a calm manner.
"As you can see Weiss, we were kind enough to patch him up and we even went ahead and washed the horrible stench out of him. Nevertheless, he continues to bark. Why do you suppose that is? To put it bluntly, it's because he knows he has been caught and he doesn't wish to face the consequences of his actions. For you see, there's something this filthy mutt really didn't want you to know. Guard."
Abiding by Jacque's command, the armored man holding the Faunus boy took a step forward, rummaged through the pockets of his vest and placed a butcher's knife on the desk. The blade was slightly worn, with dark stains adorning its wooden handle. For a moment, everyone in the room remained silent as they stared at the weapon. Weiss slowly turned her head and saw pure horror in the eyes of the Faunus. The boy screamed out: "T-THAT'S NOT MINE!"
