@slaughtermachine continued from here
He had known that saying anything to his lieutenant could be the wrong move, that it could trigger that rage that always lingered beneath the surface, a rage that Adam understood all too well. It was part of the reason the other man was his lieutenant. He knew how to control his emotions, to channel them into the cause, and it was effective.
So he likely thought that Adam saying anything was calling attention to a weakness.
But if that were the case, Adam would have to admit to the same weakness himself. He was plagued with his own nightmares, of what had happened that day in the dust mines, of seeing other Faunus tortured and used for the amusement and betterment of humans, with no thought that they were living, sentient beings. Nightmares about being left alone, too young to fully understand, because of what he was.
He, too, knew what it was like to channel his emotions, to put his whole being into their cause, to put the White Fang, other Faunus, above everyone, even above his own needs.
So why had he said anything? Why had he called attention to something that would have been better off left unsaid? Had he wanted to show him that he wasn't alone? That even his leader shared in this? Even Adam wasn't sure.
His lieutenant said a single word, and Adam straightened in his stance, staring off into the distance, face impassive behind the mask.
".......the worst part is when you wake up, and that's all you can see, all you can SMELL." Pain, he could handle; at this point in his life, he was no stranger to pain...., but the scent of his own burning flesh....., that was something he would never forget.
He doesn't say anything for another long moment, and he finally glances the other man's way. "Guess we'll just have to work harder." To forget? To liberate Remnant's Faunus so they could finally taste a fraction of what the humans enjoyed? Or maybe to finally take their revenge...., and maybe then the nightmares would stop.
