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Slamming his hands onto the table Aiden glared at the woman tied to the chair. The blank gaze watching him made him sick. He knew she wouldn't talk, in fact, the only expression she'd made since he zip tied her to the chair was brief sadness over the loss of her weapon. Rising inside him the darkness of his mind whispered taunting thoughts of breaking the woman. Sighing he carefully removed his hands from the table and held them behind his back.

"Just answer my questions," he ordered his voice bordering on begging. He didn't want to hurt her any more than he had to.

"Why," she asked emotionlessly. She could see the dark red outline of anger around him her semblance allowing her to tell what he was thinking.

"Because if you don't I have to kill you," he stated easily. Purple eyes flashed with hate for a single second the memory of him taking her spear flying through her mind. Seeing the emotion he latched onto it asking, "is there a reason your angry? Is there a reason you hate me?"

She didn't reply choosing instead to look up at the ceiling. He sighed finding himself losing ground even as he began to plot. Why would she be angry? They'd just met each other and before that he'd never even heard of her. He'd only seen her show emotion concerning her spear. Glancing at the weapon in the corner he considered it. She obviously thought it was important. Could he use that against her?

"Why is your weapon important," he asked causing her eyes to shoot to him. That single action told him everything he had to know. Her weakness was her weapon. Her eyes tracked him shining with anger as he reached out wrapping his hang around the shaft of the spear. Clenching her hand she gritted her teeth when he spun it in his hand. Glaring she tested the strength of her binds for a moment.

"Put that down," she ordered strongly. Smirking he paused his grip tightening as he leveled the blade to aim at her chest.

"This is all you care about isn't it," he asked smugly. Her purple eyes darkened turning almost black. He could do it now since he found her weakness. He could break her into pieces without much trouble yet that would make him a monster. The same kind of monster he'd sworn to never become again. Weiss wouldn't be happy but he didn't care. Nothing was worth becoming a monster again. Placing the spear on the table he walked to the door saying, "I'll be back."

Closing the door behind him he walked to the kitchen where Pyrrha passed him a cup of coffee. Weiss looked up from the map spread out on the table when he thanked the redhead. Her ice blue eyes followed his every movement as he sipped the drink. Relaxing he leaned against the counter beside the stove to the soothing sound of Jaune chopping onions.

"You get anything from her," Weiss asked her voice matching her cold eyes. Aiden saw what she was becoming and hated it. He'd seen the cycle time after time and knew it wouldn't end well. She would end up hating herself.

"No," he told her watching as her hand twitched. She was getting worse although since their talk she hadn't voiced her aggression much. Her impatience would get them killed. Weiss looked away from him anger boiling in her blood. Why could nothing go right for her?

"So what now," Pyrrha asked refilling Aiden's cup with a smile when the man glanced longingly at the pot. Jaune smiled seeing the trust the assassin put in the warrior.

"We find another way unless you three can think of any other options," he answered sipping his coffee. Watching Weiss he saw the darkness in her eyes. The anger driving her to push forward without regard to anyone who stood for or against her.

"We torture her until we get the answers we need," Weiss announced pushing her chair away from the table. The silence that sprang in the wake of her comment didn't seem to bother her as she started down the hall. Aiden didn't bother to look up as she walked by instead taking a sip of his coffee. Placing the cup on the counter he considered his options.

Torture wasn't something a person came back from. It didn't matter who was screaming or holding the knife because, in the end, both suffered. He knew from experience that once a person fell that far it was hard to climb back up from the darkness. Placing his cup on the counter he ignored the horrified look Pyrrha sent him. Following Weiss, he grabbed her wrist before she could open the door.

"What are you doing," she asked her tone sounding determined. Trying to pull her hand back she strained for the door handle.

"You don't want to do this," he said with certainty. She turned to pull her hand from his grip in favor of pushing him back. He let her know it would cause her to focus on him and not the assassin tied up in the room behind them.

"No, but I will do whatever it takes to get what I want," she stated. If it brought her closer to victory then she would torture every person in this kingdom. Consequences could wait until after she won. He could see the truth in her eyes. She would go in there and break that woman into pieces if she had to.

"We're better than this," he said knowing that doing this would break her. She bristled her eyes narrowing. Didn't he understand that this is what they needed to do to win? They couldn't afford to put themselves above methods that would get results.

"Then maybe we shouldn't be," she snapped turning to face the door again. All he could see was her standing over a prone body blood covering her hands. Closing his eyes he remembered his own initiation into the assassins. A helpless woman tied up screaming as he carved a bloody line across her throat. He became a monster only pulled back by the girl he loved. Even if it caused her to hate him he wouldn't allow her to become like him. Reaching out he pulled her back his arms wrapping around her waist. Screeching Weiss kicked back at him her arms pinned to her sides as she shouted cursed.

"Jaune go get the key to the cage," Aiden shouted over her screams of rage. Feeling one of her kicks land on his knee he silently thanked his aura. Carrying the girl to one of the rooms he kicked open the door revealing a prison cell taking up most of the room. His boots clicked against the tiled floor as he walked over to the cell door. Jaune stumbled into the room his innocent blue eyes taking in the scene with clear confliction. Still, though he slides the key into the door and opened it.

"Put me in there an I'll rip your eyes out," Weiss screamed her head snapping back. Aiden winced his hold on her loosening when her skull impacted her chin. Pulling out of his grip she slammed her foot down on his foot before spinning to face him. Her fist impacted his face without hesitation or it would have if he hadn't caught her wrist. Holding the arm tightly he met her angered gaze with blank eyes.

"You can either go in the cage or give up on torturing the assassin," he said giving her an ultimatum. She growled her eyes flashing as a spinning glyph appeared under their feet. He paused feeling her anger clearly.

"I'm doing what's necessary," she said her anger causing the glyph to turn a burning scarlet. The spinning glyph scared Jaune who stumbled back.

"I won't let you become a monster," he shot back tightening his grip. Both were ready to fight even if it tore down the house around them. He knew she wouldn't back down her will was too strong and as sure as he was that he would win, she would never forgive him. He could take it though. People hating him was nothing new.

"I'll tell Yang," Jaune threatened causing them both to freeze. His words shocking them both. Weiss stilled her body going rigid. Jaune stepped forward his eyes blazing as he continued, "I'll tell Yang that you became exactly like your father. That you would rather become a monster to get what you want than try another way."

Weiss was confused why would he compare her to her father? She wasn't like him, not in the slightest. He'd sent assassins after her and her friends. He'd abused her and Winter. For the family company, he'd dragged them all down into his hell. She would never do that. Meeting Aiden's eyes she found it hard to breathe her mind conjuring images of the last few weeks. She'd yelled at her friends, left the woman she loved, threatened to kill innocent people. Slowly the glyph bellow them shrunk and faded from existence as she began shaking. She'd done everything he had for a company, for revenge. Feeling sick she pulled her arm back the assassin letting her go. Closing a hand over her mouth she ran from the room as tears stung her eyes. Not pausing in she ran from the house in nothing more than a light blue long sleeve and black pants. Her white heels leaving footprints in the snow in her desperate rush to escape.

She was just like her father. Betraying everything she loved for a family name. Stumbling she crashed down onto the concrete as the people around her whispered trying to figure out why a strange girl was running through the city alone. Her hair fell down hiding her face as she curled up not bothering to push herself off the ground. Wind stinging her skin she hated herself. Nothing she could ever do would make up for the pain she put her friends though. Unable to breathe she whimpered softly against the ground. Feeling something drops down onto her she shuddered looking up through blurry eyes. All she managed to see was a flash of red before the world turned dark.