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No Compromise
12. You
"We'll follow you, Adam."
It was his first taste of leadership. It tasted sweet.
But there was a bitterness on his tongue, too. The group had been whittled down to such few numbers over the years in the desert. Their clothes were stolen, identities forged, and their Faunus characteristics- their people's heritage, their pride- was wrapped and tucked and hidden away as much as possible, to avoid any wandering eyes, any potential enemies. They weren't whole.
Word of the White Fang were nothing but whispers for now. He just hoped, dreamed, needed to live long enough for them to become more.