Her hand still held Sienna’s, a sign of trust that Robyn was slowly cultivating between the pair; much akin to trying to convince a wounded dog not to bite a hand trying to help. Would she blame Sienna for darting out if she so chose? Not really though it would be an opportunity sorely missed.
The questions brought a faint scowl to Robyn’s expression, irritation slowly seeping in at the situation of Mantle that was brought back into the light.
“Those supplies were being… requisitioned for a better purpose than Jacques Schnee making money for his own pocket.” The huntress responds, tone tight and the playful air draining away for a more serious persona taking front. “I am going to assume you know little of Mantle’s current state in regards to the Embargo that James Ironwood has enforced and the sorry state of my home that is now suffering for it.”
Robyn wouldn’t say she is a good person because she isn’t, not truly.
However, it took a real bitter and cruel person to turn an eye if they’re in a position to help. That is what makes a true Huntress when they are in the field, right?
Why should it be no different when politics are involved?
The thoughts made Robyn scrunch her nose and bare teeth before an exhale escapes her lips, “But the first does tie into the second. Our goals are relatively similar in bettering the people we care for but mine are more… broad on the subject of who it encompasses.”
“I’m intending to run for councilwoman to set everything right that Ironwood and his lackies have fucked up. People are starving and dying down here but they don’t care, why would they?” She sneers, her hand pulling away from Sienna’s to ball into a fist and shove into her pockets. Her emotions were getting the better of her again, anger prickling her skin.
“That answer your questions well enough, stripes?”
Sienna kept her own grip on Robyn’s hand firm. As wary as she may still have been given her situation, she almost felt a hint of desperation. This budding bond of trust, being able to have someone to rely on...she wanted this to work. She couldn’t just run of her own accord, condemn herself to loneliness once more.
Her questions asked, she stood silently, attention focused on the soured expression across the other woman’s face. It took little more than the name “Schnee” to make her ears press back against her head, her own expression displaying a similar irritation to Robyn’s but remaining intent on hearing all she had to say.
It was an entirely different side than the one she’d been interacting with this entire time. True anger simmered beneath the surface, the righteous fury of a woman who’d seen the people she cared for be wronged by those in power and would take whatever action she felt necessary to bring them the help they deserved.
“Yes, quite well,” was her response, her posture straightening up a bit as she looked at Robyn. She wished for her to know that she was utterly serious in everything she was about to say.
“I’ll be as open as I can with you at this moment in time, Robyn,” she declared. The hand at her side had come up to press against the back of her elbow, which was still bent to keep her hand outstretched. “Trust is not something that comes easy to me in these times. I’m only here today because of my violent usurpation by someone I once trusted very much. I’ve traveled completely alone since, unable to turn to even my own people, whose loyalty was swept out from under me.”
She took a step toward her, hand still put out in her direction. Her face had shifted, becoming...softer, understanding. “Where my trust has been shaken, however, my principles hold firm. Equality for Faunus all across Remnant has always been my top priority, and my plan for the mining operation is my first step toward getting back on that track. Even so...I can recognize injustice done unto others, as well as the drive to push back against oppressors.”
Another check to make sure her posture was straight- not chest-puffed-out or anything, but steadfast in her stance nonetheless. “I can’t exactly say I’ve ever been interested or welcomed in the world of politics, but you seem to operate outside those conventions when it suits you. That sort of work is something I know well...it’s something I can lend a hand with. Something we can work on together. And if you need a bit more assurance...”
She gestured with her extended hand, drawing attention once more to the perfect method of getting right to the truth of the matter.
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