"How do you spend so long getting ready in the morning, Weiss?" Ruby whined. It was the first weekend of the school year, and most of Beacon's new students were eager for the time off. Blake glanced up from her book at yet-another morning conflict in team RWBY's room. "Even Yang doesn't take this long," she huffed.
"My routine takes time, effort, and care," Weiss replied haughtily through the door. "And Yang's hair isn't quite as long as mine," she added after a moment.
"Doesn't it get in the way?" Yang asked, apparently missing the irony as her golden hair tumbled in front of her eyes, forcing her to flick it back.
"Sometimes. It's worth the hassle, though." The bathroom door opened and Weiss stepped out in her usual outfit, hair not in its typical ponytail, but instead tied into a gigantic braid. Ruby darted in behind her, slamming the door shut.
"Braided today?" Yang asked, tilting her head.
"Thought I'd try something new. Wouldn't work with my helmet so not something I'm going to do regularly," Weiss said, walking over to her desk and checking her things for the day were in order.
"Alright. What's the deal with the helmet, anyway?" Weiss paused at the question, choosing her words carefully.
"Well, it protects my head and face. As a Schnee it wouldn't do for me to wear a plain helmet, and I was quite taken with some old examples of armour from Sanus, hence the mask."
"Uh huh, makes sense," Yang said with a nod. "But why just a helmet and not more armour?"
"Wearing armour over prosthetics seems a little excessive," Weiss replied.
"Oh, right, yeah." Yang bit back the immediate follow-up question of 'what about your torso?'.
"So, what's everyone got planned for the day?" Weiss asked, missing Yang's brief expression of discomfort.
"I was gonna head into Vale, check out different stores and restaurants and all that. That way I'll know what I wanna do next time we have free time!" Yang said cheerfully.
"Smart," Weiss said with a nod. "How about you, Blake?"
"Oh, I want to check out a few bookshops. I was also thinking about picking up some dust, or at least looking into it."
"Mind if I join you on the dust front?" Weiss asked. "I need to pick some up myself, and maybe I can help you pick some out? My treat," she offered, smiling. Blake blinked twice, trying to think of some way of getting out of it politely.
"Oh I couldn't ask you to buy dust for me with your own money," she said.
"Oh don't worry about that, technically speaking it's my father's money. I know you're not exactly his biggest fan, so if it makes you feel any better you can think of it as 'stealing' some money off him," Weiss joked. For Blake, a creature of habit, the offer to siphon any amount of lien out of Jacques Schnee's bank account tipped her over.
"... Ok, you've convinced me," Blake said, nodding.
A little while later, Blake and Weiss were walking side-by-side through the streets of Vale. As they walked, Blake took the time to think over her observations and opinions on the heiress. She was still worried about the possibility of Weiss trying to kill her, but she was trying to work past that. However, there were still a few things about her that kept Blake slightly on-edge. The first was the smell, likely too faint for a human to detect, of metal and prosthetics lubricant that always ran under whatever perfume or shampoo Weiss happened to be using.
The second was how she moved, or more frequently how she didn't. Other than around her face, Weiss completely lacked the tiny, involuntary movements common to everyone. The twitches of fingers, trembling of hands, or shaking of limbs when lifting something heavy were absent. She didn't even move as she breathed, and it made Blake uneasy whenever she noticed it. Blake was very glad that the mechanical precision of Weiss' other movements appeared to be a result of upbringing and training rather than a product of her prosthetics.
Blake felt terrible for it, but catching the occasional unconscious drumming of Weiss' fingers or seeing her fumble with a pen reminded her that Weiss was not, in fact, a robot.
"I've noticed you're always very tense around me," Weiss suddenly said, breaking the silence between the pair. Weiss kept her eyes straight ahead, looking over the heads of the entire crowd.
"O-oh?" Blake asked, stalling for time as she desperately tried to think up an excuse. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be."
"Mm. I'm just wondering why," she replied, tone even. Glancing up, Blake thought she saw a flash of hurt in Weiss' eyes.
"Um, well," Blake started, mind racing. "I just- I have friends who were hurt by your father's company policies." It wasn't a lie, far from it, but dancing around the truth made Blake feel slightly sick. "One's from Mantle, a faunus." Blake couldn't miss the way Weiss reacted to the word, a sudden tensing of her features and an intake of breath, before she settled back to a blank expression just as quickly. "She lost her parents in a mining accident, it nearly destroyed her… I know it's not your fault, but I can't help but think of how my friends got hurt whenever the name 'Schnee' comes up."
"I see…" Weiss said, in a sad tone. "So it's not me specifically then? Not something to do with these?" she asked, raising a prosthetic hand. "I know they bother some people."
"I… It's not that they put me off, I've known a few people with prosthetics before. It's just…" As Blake tailed off, Weiss looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. "There's just something in my head that keeps going 'how bad must those injuries have been?'. I know it's bad and maybe that's part of why I'm tense around you because I keep chastising myself for it?" That was a lie, and made Blake feel even worse than the half-truth from earlier.
"I don't need your pity," Weiss said, breaking eye contact and looking ahead. Coldness descended upon the conversation as she withdrew again. Blake decided there was a third thing that made her uneasy around Weiss. She was yet another exceptionally talented sword wielder taller than her with a scar over one eye and a reason to attack her.
"Right, sorry," Blake replied, wincing, knowing she'd hurt Weiss' feelings. The pair walked in silence for a little while longer before Weiss pointed at something.
"There's the dust shop I was looking for," she said. Blake looked up. A broad-fronted building with two large windows flanking a central door on the ground floor greeted her. Gold lettering in the windows advertised that the shop sold dust and associated items such as cartridges, whilst the sign over the door read 'From Dust Till Dawn'.
"An independent place?" Blake asked, looking a little confused at Weiss.
"It's hardly siphoning money away from father if we go to a SDC-owned shop, is it?" Weiss asked, leading the way towards the shop. "Plus word's more likely to get back to him if I buy stuff for a teammate at one of his shops," she added.
"Would that be a bad thing?" Blake asked, following behind her.
"It could be, depending on how he reacts," Weiss explained. "I'd rather not have to deal with him if he's in a bad mood."
"I see…" Blake slid in behind Weiss as she entered the shop, a little bell above the door jingling as it swung open and then shut. Most of the internal fixtures were made of dark wood and brass, the walls themselves being a neutral grey-green shade. The owner, an elderly man, bald on top with shoulder-length grey hair in the back, looked up from some papers on the counter. Said counter wrapped around in a hollow square, glass-fronted and showing off a variety of dust crystals.
"Oh, hello," he said, voice slightly raspy. "A pair of huntresses? Not many people outside your career dress like that," he continued mirthfully.
"In training," Weiss gently corrected with a smile of her own.
"Ah, my mistake. So, how can I help our future protectors?"
"I was thinking about starting to use dust more in my fighting," Blake said. "It's not something I've really used a lot before."
"And I'm here to help her pick some out," Weiss finished.
"Very well. Please let me know if there's anything you need. We have powdered dust by the ounce," he gestured to a series of tubes along the left wall, full of various types of dust with brass nozzles at the bottom. "And we have it in crystal form as well. We also sell cartridges as well, if you need it loaded into a firearm." Weiss and Blake gave him grateful nods as he returned to his work.
"So, have you had any ideas?" Weiss asked Blake.
"Not really," Blake admitted. "Nothing concrete, anyway. Thanks to that Advanced Dust class we know how it interacts with my semblance."
"Mhm. Infusing the shadows you leave behind with dust is a potent ability. As much as it pains me to say anything bad about my favourite type of dust, if you're primarily going to be using it with your semblance then ice dust might not be worth considering. The ice statues are essentially the same as the stone ones you create with earth dust, and earth dust gives you some more options with your weapon."
"Makes sense," Blake said with a nod. "Some stone dust would be good, then. I'd like to experiment a little more with ice dust though, I think there's some utility I can get out of it." Weiss nodded. "How about fire or lightning?" Weiss took a breath at the mention of fire dust.
"Fire dust would create an exploding copy of you, right?" Blake nodded. "Very useful then, definitely worth picking some of that up. Lightning would probably give whatever tried to attack you a nasty shock. It would only work against melee attacks, but worth considering. Air and steam dust might be worth looking into as well. Air would probably produce a shockwave, could be useful for knocking people back, whilst steam would likely make a sort of smoke screen."
"Alright. And gravity and hard-light dust? I don't think the latter would work too well, but you're the expert."
"No, I think you're right on that one. Gravity dust probably wouldn't interact too well with your semblance either, but it's still a useful one to keep around. Hard-light needs specific semblances or technology to be worth the cost."
"Sounds good," Blake said with another nod. The pair picked out some dust for Blake, in powdered form and a few magazines of dust cartridges for Gambol Shroud. "What's the rest for?" Blake asked, looking at the extra powder, rounds, and crystals Weiss was adding to the collection.
"Pyrrha asked me for a bit of tutoring on dust usage tonight," Weiss said, visibly perking up. "I can't believe she actually asked me to help her with her fighting," she continued, practically glowing. Blake stared at Weiss, mentally contrasting the cold, withdrawn, angry woman she normally was with the almost-giddy one in front of her currently.
… Does she fancy Pyrrha? Blake thought, before dismissing the thought. Too many romance novels, she decided. "That's nice," she said. "And Yang's teaching you hand-to-hand?" she asked.
"Later today. And she's asked me to teach her a few of the techniques Winter taught me," she said.
"Sounds like you've got a busy weekend, then. Make sure you take some time for yourself, though. As nice as it is to help us all out, you need time to relax," Blake suggested.
"I will! I just like keeping busy," Weiss huffed. "Now come on, let's pay for this so you can get to your bookshops."
After parting ways with Blake, Weiss returned to Beacon with the purchased dust. Now that she was walking through Vale alone, it was a little harder for her to ignore the attention she was getting. Back in Atlas, even before the attack she was constantly in the public eye, used to promote her father's image and the image of the family. And after the attack, the press were even more ravenous. How extensive were her injuries? What kind of prosthetics technology did she have access to? How did she feel about the attack, the White Fang, and faunus in general? How was she coping in the aftermath? And of course, constantly being told how 'brave' she was.
And then there was the general public. At seven feet tall even without shoes, she had no hope of disappearing into a crowd. And, without fail, there was always at least one young child who, not knowing any better, would ask their parents loudly about 'that lady's hands'.
There had been two such children already and an equal number of pitying looks from strangers, and all Weiss wanted to do now was get back to Beacon and isolate herself from all of it. Fortunately, she didn't have too much longer to wait, waiting at the airship station for her return trip to the school. As she waited, standing near the boarding gates, she focused on breathing exercises, desperately trying to ignore the poster she was unfortunately standing near. It was a warning about White Fang activity, urging Vale's citizens to report any suspicious activity.
The airship finally arrived, disgorging a crowd of students before allowing the returning students to board. Someone bumped into her shoulder as she waited in line, Weiss rocking back gently from the impact whilst the other student twisted around to look at her. She came face-to-face with a scowling Cardin. "Hey, watch it," he scolded her. "Freaky puppet," he muttered as he walked away with the rest of his team. Weiss scowled after him, biting back a scalding reply in favour of simply boarding the ship in silence.
By the time the airship landed at Beacon, Weiss' poor mood had devolved further, stewing over her brief encounter with Cardin. The other students apparently noticed, giving her a wide berth on the airship and then in the school afterwards as she returned to team RWBY's dorm. All but slamming the door open, she peered around the empty dorm before setting her bags by her desk and taking out her scroll.
'Meet me in the gym when you get back', Weiss texted Yang. She changed into more suitable clothes for sparring practice, a pair of tennis shorts, gym trainers, and a loose tank top, before departing for the gym. Mercifully, she didn't meet anyone in the halls and the gym itself was completely empty. She breathed a sigh of relief at that, making her way over to one of the punching bags and starting to work her emotions out.
Yang wasn't quite sure what to make of Weiss' text, and couldn't quite decide whether that meant Weiss was eager to start their lesson, or needed to blow off some steam. Regardless, Yang was soon making her own way to the gym, wearing her usual black shorts and yellow crop top, hands already taped up for bare-knuckle sparring. She slowed her pace just outside the gym, hearing grunting, repeated impacts, and the creaking and clanking of a stressed chain from inside.
As she stepped in, she quickly picked out the source of the noise. Weiss was whaling on a heavy punching bag, landing hit after hit at full force into it. It was fortunate that Beacon's workout equipment was reinforced for hunters, as otherwise she'd have likely broken the bag or the chain itself.
Weiss gave a frustrated yell, slamming one last hard hit into the bag before resting her forehead against it, panting heavily. Yang could already see sweat shining across her brow. She glanced a little further down, noting with confusion that her body didn't seem to be moving with her panting. She also couldn't avoid noticing the heiress' shoulders, prosthetic arms terminating in large ball-joints embedded into her chest.
"You good, Weiss?" Yang asked after giving Weiss a few seconds to cool off. Weiss immediately stood back up straight at Yang's voice, turning to look at her.
"Ah, hello Yang," she said. "I'm… Just venting some frustration," she continued evasively.
"Didn't have a great day in Vale, then?" Yang asked sympathetically, approaching the bag.
"You could say that. I apparently scare Blake, and I had the misfortune of running into Cardin on my way back. Or, rather, he ran into me and decided it was my fault."
"Cardin's a pig, who cares what he thinks?" Yang asked before frowning. "And you scare Blake?"
"Apparently. Some combination of my father's policies hurting a lot of her friends and some other factors. Nothing that I can change," she said, sighing sadly.
"Ah. Want me to have a talk with her?" Yang asked, prompting Weiss to shake her head.
"No, it's fine, I can deal with it," she said.
"Alright, if you're sure. Ready for our lesson, then? Looks like you're already warmed up," Yang said, brightening as she changed the topic.
"Mhm. Am I teaching you first, or are you teaching me?"
"I thought we'd start with me teaching you some unarmed combat. Atlas Specialist-brand dirty tricks are probably easier to slip in here and there rather than dedicated lessons, yeah?"
"Makes sense. So, what's first?" Weiss asked.
"Well, if it were Ruby I'd start with teaching her how to properly throw a punch, but you've already got that part down. And I already know you can kick pretty hard," Yang joked. "So we should probably run through some actual techniques. I was actually thinking we should start with some grappling? Holds and all that are really important when fighting unarmed."
"Alright then," Weiss said with a nod, letting Yang take the lead. Yang stepped closer, humming.
"Let's do a hammerlock first. I'm gonna move your arm around, alright?" At Weiss' nod, Yang took her right wrist and bent her arm around her back, applying pressure and pushing her hand up towards her neck. Weiss grunted as she felt the pressure apply to her shoulder. "So, like a lot of holds, this one works by pinning a limb and limiting how much it can move, which limits how much your opponent can move. You could try overpowering me with the trapped arm, but I've got a pretty big advantage there thanks to our positioning. Try getting out of it?" Yang prompted.
Weiss first tried to overpower Yang, attempting to pull her arm back down her back. As Yang predicted, she couldn't get the right leverage to break the lock. After pausing for a second, Weiss took a breath before moving in a way Yang hadn't expected. Keeping her arm in place, she walked in a tight circle to her right, her upper arm rotating unnaturally at the shoulder until she was looking at Yang, facing her 'opponent's' right side. Yang gawped at her, looking between Weiss' face and the arm still held in her hand. "How did you..?"
"Prosthetics have one advantage," Weiss said. As Yang released her arm, she held it straight in front of her and rotated her wrist in a full circle.
"That's… Holy shit, yeah, grappling you is gonna be really hard unless it involves your neck or torso," Yang said, blinking.
"It's not something I like doing," Weiss said, dropping her arm again and glancing off to the side.
"Why's that?" Yang asked gently, putting aside her surprise.
"Moving in ways a normal body couldn't? It just reminds me that my body isn't normal," she said, crossing her arms and folding on herself a little.
"I… Well, I can't exactly say I 'understand', but I get it," Yang said with a nod and smile, leaning to the side to meet Weiss' eyes again. "Besides, we're hunters! None of us have 'normal' bodies. You think normal people are as ripped as me?" Yang asked jokingly, gesturing to her, in Weiss' opinion, incredible abs. Her cheeks heated up a little, breaking eye contact with Yang's midriff.
"Not exactly what I mean, but you have a point," Weiss conceded, a slight bit of mirth entering her tone at Yang's joke. Stop thinking about her body, Weiss, she scolded herself.
"Of course I do," Yang said with fake arrogance, lifting her nose haughtily before snorting and giggling. "Right, let's practice a few different holds."
After Yang's lesson, and a bit of sparring to help Weiss vent more frustration, the two parted ways again as Weiss needed to prepare for her tutoring session with Pyrrha. Out of her workout clothes and back in her usual outfit, Weiss stepped across the hallway to knock on team JNPR's door. Muffled by the door, she could hear music and animated conversation on the other side, the latter of which halted at her knock. She stepped back slightly as she heard someone approaching the door, putting on a smile.
The smile dissolved as Jaune opened the door, blinking up at her in surprise before he smirked, leaning against the door frame and raising an eyebrow. "Well hello, snow angel. What uhh… What brings you to my door at this time?" he asked, taking on a flirtatious tone. "People might talk, you know." Weiss stared at him for a moment, before looking past him into the room itself.
"Pyrrha? Are you ready for our lesson?" she called.
"Oh, yes!" Pyrrha called back, stepping into view and smiling.
"Excellent!" Weiss said, her smile returning. "I managed to secure use of one of the Advanced Dust classrooms. Thought that might be a bit safer if we're handling dust."
"That makes sense. See you all later!" Pyrrha said to the rest of her team. Ren gave a small wave.
"Bring her back by eleven!" Nora jokingly shouted out the door as Pyrrha stepped out of the room. Weiss' face flushed a little at the joke, nodding dumbly as she turned and started leading Pyrrha to the classroom. Jaune watched them go in mild confusion for a moment before closing the door and looking at his other two teammates.
"Weiss and Pyrrha have a lesson together?" he asked.
"Oh yeah! Weiss is tutoring Pyrrha in a bit of dust usage," Nora happily supplied. "Pyrrha asked her about it after the first combat class. I think she was a bit scared for her record after watching Yang and Weiss' fight," she joked.
"I wouldn't blame her," Ren said. "Like Yang said after that match, everyone here should already be the best at their respective schools if they went to one."
"Hmm. Maybe I should ask Weiss for some one-on-one tutoring," Jaune mused.
"Yeaaaah, no," Nora said, shaking her head. "She looked like she was gonna punch you in the face."
"Naaah, she likes me," Jaune dismissed Nora's concern with a wave of his hand. "She's just playing hard to get."
"Just make sure someone's recording when you ask her. I want it in slow motion!"
"Is Jaune bothering you?" Pyrrha asked Weiss once they were a good distance from the dorms. It was hard to miss the hostility the heiress exuded towards Jaune, unless apparently you happened to be Jaune. "I can have a word with him if you like," she offered.
"He is, but it's fine, you don't need to worry," Weiss said, dismissing Pyrrha's concerns. "I'm more than used to dealing with men like him. Always after my last name or my family's money. I'm not about to kill him, if that's what you're worried about." Pyrrha frowned a little, concerned.
"Whilst Jaune is a little too forward, I don't think he's like that. Chasing after fame, I mean," she clarified. "I mean, remember that he had no idea who I was at first. Maybe he's actually interested in you?" Pyrrha winced a little at the harsh, bitter bark of laughter Weiss gave at that.
"Ha! No one's ever been interested in me for me, especially not the last four and a half years." Weiss' tone, whilst not directed at Pyrrha, was biting, with an undercurrent of sorrow Pyrrha couldn't miss. "He'll get the message eventually, don't worry about me," she said.
"I…" Pyrrha floundered for a moment, trying to find the right words. "If you say so," she eventually settled for, her frown remaining as she followed Weiss. Soon enough the pair reached the classroom Weiss had been allowed to use, leading the way in and turning on the lights.
"There should be some disposable gloves in the cabinet there. I wouldn't recommend handling dust bare handed. It'll let you know very quickly if you have any cuts on your fingers," she cautioned, placing the white case she'd been carrying on one of the work benches. Pyrrha nodded, following Weiss' recommendation and pulling on a pair of gloves before returning to Weiss' side as she opened the case, revealing a collection of dust in both powder and crystal form.
"Quite the selection," Pyrrha noted.
"Well, I'm of the opinion that dust is normally best used by hunters in conjunction with their semblance. I'm probably biased in that assessment, though, given how well mine works with dust," she granted. "And there are plenty of weapon types that use dust quite well. As much as I hate to give Cardin any credit, his weapon is a good example of that. I don't actually know what your semblance is, so I thought it best to get a wide selection."
"I see," Pyrrha said, nodding. "Do you think Miló would work well with dust?" she asked.
"Hmm. Well, it has a rifle component, so at minimum you can use dust bullets. And there's always the option of infusing dust with your attacks. You use it as a javelin pretty frequently, right?" Weiss asked. At Pyrrha's nod, she continued. "I can see some utility there, then. Like infusing ice dust when you throw it to pin your opponent in place, or gravity to dust to make your shield hit harder when you throw it."
"I see. I don't think dust would work with my semblance, but it definitely sounds like it would be worth looking into for Miló."
"The issue you may run into is getting the dust you want onto the weapon at the right time. It just being loaded into its rifle form lets you access it with your aura, but getting it on the blade is another matter. I've got those dust cylinders in Lilie, for instance. If there are any parts of Miló that remain intact during its transformations, you could do something similar there?"
"Hmm, I'd have to think about it before making any modifications," Pyrrha mused. Weiss nodded in understanding. For now, maybe we could just run through the best uses for each type of dust and how they combine?"
"Of course!" Weiss said, beaming at her. "So, let's start with air dust. A lot of people don't consider air dust worth keeping around a lot of the time, but it's actually very useful for mobility or pushing your opponents around, and it can be combined with most other types." Pyrrha watched Weiss' face, listening attentively as she realised she'd never seen the heiress as happy as she was in that moment, explaining dust usage to another student.
I'll need to arrange some more study sessions then, Pyrrha decided.
It was a couple of hours before the tutoring session ended, leaving Pyrrha armed with much more knowledge on dust and all its uses, and Weiss with a quiet sense of contentment as the pair returned to the dorms. "Good night, Weiss," Pyrrha said as they arrived, their respective doors opposite one another. "This was fun, and very helpful!"
"Oh, well, thank you!" Weiss said, blushing slightly at the praise. "I'm happy to help! Make sure you practice with the dust I gave you," she reminded Pyrrha, nodding to the white case now in the other girl's hand. "And do let me know if you need help with anything else, ok?"
"I will, thank you," Pyrrha said, nodding gratefully. Weiss gave a small wave before entering her own dorm, the rest of team RWBY watching her enter.
"Good tutor session?" Yang asked from her bed, peering over the edge at Weiss.
"Mhm! Pyrrha's a very attentive student, it was fun!" she said, beaming. "I'm going to take a shower, does anyone need to use the bathroom before I go?" At the chorus of shaking heads, she stepped into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
"Wow, Weiss actually seems happy for once?" Ruby asked once she heard the shower start, a little stunned.
"Her and Pyrrha must get along well," Yang suggested with a shrug.
"Hey Pyrrha! You were gone a while," Nora said, head hanging off the side of her head, looking upside down at Pyrrha as she entered.
"Hello! Yes, it was a long lesson, but Weiss is actually a very good teacher! She obviously knows a lot about dust, and is very good at conveying that information," Pyrrha said happily.
"Bet it's weird being the one learning from another student, huh?" Nora asked, rolling onto her belly. "Miss 'four-time tournament winner'," she teased. Pyrrha smiled shyly at that, scratching the back of her head.
"I don't like to brag, but… Yes, it is a little strange to be on the tutored side of things rather than the tutoring," Pyrrha said. "It was good, though!"
"Sounds like you had a fun date, then," Nora said, rolling back onto her back.
"I wouldn't go so far as to call it a date," Pyrrha joked back. "But Weiss seemed to enjoy herself as well."
"I can aaaalready see it, 'Weiss Schnee and Pyrrha Nikos!'. Talk about a power couple!" Nora joked with a laugh.
"Oh I doubt Weiss is interested in me like that," Pyrrha said, dismissing the notion. "I think she's just happy to have some more friends."
"If you say so," Nora said with a shrug, internally noting that Pyrrha didn't dismiss the idea of dating a woman. "Any plans for tomorrow?"
"I have some school work I need to get done for monday, and I'd like to get ahead on the reading. Means I shouldn't get overwhelmed later in the term," Pyrrha said. "Jaune and Ren are out?" she asked.
"They're doing a cocoa run, so you got back at the right time."
"Oh that's good. I think I need to have a word with Jaune about Weiss," Pyrrha said, sitting on her bed with a sigh. "She certainly doesn't appreciate his advances."
"I think that's obvious to everyone who isn't Jaune," Nora said flatly. "Don't think it's gonna help, though. Sometimes it just takes a reality check from the person in question," she observed. "We just need to make sure Weiss doesn't actually kill Jaune when that reality check happens."