No Compromise
8. Soft
The whispers of freedom floated in along assembly lines and factory floors like a dream. In passing ears, among changing hands, the legends of a peaceful organization that could save them all filled their hearts with joy. Apparently, they were all Faunus, but they were talked to as equals. And they would bring that salvation to all Faunus.
Adam wanted that freedom. The name of the White Fang became his silent mantra, lulling himself to sleep with his prayers for a peaceful future embedding themselves onto his tongue. For the first time in his ten years of life, he had hope.