Weiss stared at her reflection in the mirror.

She was alone in her room, in her cold, impersonal, unwelcoming room. She was back in Atlas.

She stared at her reflection.

She hadn't known at first. The last thing she remembered was being… carried by a White Fang member, by Ilia. When she woke up, she'd been in a hospital, safe and sound.

She'd asked or ruby. She'd asked for her team.

The doctors had informed her they knew nothing of a team RWBY…

And then her father had come in.

She looked into the mirror, at herself, and stared.

She was looking at the injury she'd sustained. The thing that reminded her above all else that it hadn't been a nightmare. That beacon really had fallen.

A long, jagged scar from her shoulder blade, arcing over her shoulder and to the top of her right breast.

Her father had been quick to point it out. To remark on its unsightliness and how it was her own fault, for choosing to disregard the family and play at being a huntress instead.

The doctors had been too afraid to contradict him.

In a way. She agreed with him.

She had been weak. She had been a target. She'd been nothing but a damsel in distress.

Weiss was bare above the waist, staring into the mirror and the horrible, grey-ish scar that marred her body.

It was unsightly, and to Weiss, a token of her failure.

Friends had died, because she'd been too weak to do anything about it.

She took a breath. No. she refused now, as she had the moment her father had ordered her to go back to being the good little heiress he wanted.

She had refused, and instead, begged for him to do one thing for her and miraculously…

He had accepted.

There was a knock at her door, and after quickly putting something on to retain her modesty -hide the scar-she called out.

"Come in." the door opened just a fraction as a man poked through, a worried look on his face.

"They are ready for you Miss Schnee." Klein informed her. "I… I have been instructed to lead you to them for the procedure."

She nodded. "Thank you Klein. Lead the way then."

He hesitated, before nodding. The Heiress followed after him as he made his way down the hallway. It was strange for her in a way, being back in the Schnee manor.

She was careful not to refer to it as home.

It wasn't her home.

Beacon was her home, and it was gone.

Its halls had been familiar, its rooms welcoming, and even the faces of students he did not know had become a sight she had prised.

It was gone now.

After a while of walking down obnoxiously long halls, Weiss sighed. "What is it Klein?"

"Ma'am?"

"You've been fidgeting all the while." She informed him. "Is there something wrong? Something bothering you?"

"I…" he hesitated. "It isn't my place to say Miss Schnee."

"I'd like you to say it anyway."

Again, he hesitated. And then:

"Are… are you sure this is something you should do? I realise I am no exercise, but this… program, was banned for a reason. I'm not entirely sure why you want to do it, but surely there are other ways."

"There might be." Weiss agreed. "but I will not cower from this just because of the risks. I've made my decision, and I intend to carry it through."

"…"

"As you say Miss Schnee."

Klein was silent for the rest of the small journey. In some ways Weiss could understand. He was only worried about her, as he always did. As he had for a very long time.

But this was her choice.

Suddenly they stopped at a secured metal door.

Weiss remembered it well. This is where she had fought the Arma Gigas. It had been a massive room, nearly the size one would use for balls and the like.

It was also far enough away from the Manor that it was considered its own complex.

The doors opened, and Weiss walked into what was essentially an observation deck, with a sealed, glass dust-proof window. Her father was already there, looking down through the window with a thoughtful look on his face.

It was dark, brooding even.

He was taking this as seriously as she had never expected him too.

Next to him was the SDC secretary. Her job consisted of more than just that, but her father had never thought to promote her, and for some reason, she never thought to broach the subject.

She was a hawkish, viscous looking woman who wore glasses that hid her conniving looking eyes.

Weiss was sure her father had hired for that more than anything else. Her appearance, as well as her personality, meant that she agreed with anything he did, no matter how underhanded or morally bankrupt it was.

Weiss didn't very much like her, and she was certain the feeling was returned.

All the same, there was a plastic sort of false politeness to her, that was brought to the surface when the woman noticed the heiress.

"miss Schnee." She nodded. "Very good, the scientists are just finishing the last of their safety checks, and then we may begin."

"Good." Weiss nodded. "the sooner the better."

As she said it, she couldn't help to glance at her father, to see what he was thinking, what he felt as to all of this.

Her father said nothing. He was turned away from her, still, looking down at the men below.

Weiss steeled herself, and stood beside him, following his gaze. Still he said nothing.

The room had changed since the last time she'd seen it. Though by her request it was to be expected.

Whereas before it had been a cold, open, empty room fit for combat, it was now more enclosed, focused on one point.

Men and women wearing lab coats hurried around in the dozens, carrying all sorts of contraptions and tools Weiss wasn't familiar with, and yet was so sure would be used for this occasion and this occasion only.

They Schnee snowflake was imprinted on each and every one of their backs.

They were Schnee scientists and doctors. Each and every one of them some of the greatest in their fields thanks to their massive paycheques

Around them was medical equipment and computers spilling out complicated numbers and information she couldn't read for where she was, though she was sure she likely wouldn't understand it even if she could.

And in the centre, the focus of attention.

Was an operating table.

Suddenly, a door at the other side of the room opened up, and a man wearing a coat and facemask walked in. he saw them, and genuinely bowed.

It was a big occasion she supposed, probably the only chance he would have to do this procedure.

"President Schnee sir. We are ready for your daughter. If she would follow me we can begin."

He nodded once, and turned to her.

Weiss was taken aback by how… dark his eyes were.

He had been thinking on this subject, and it had clearly affected him gravely.

For whatever reason.

"This is your last chance to change your mind Weiss." He told her. "Are you sure?"

"…Yes."

She held her father's gaze as he stared into her, measuring her.

Whatever he saw, she wasn't sure he was satisfied, but it was apparently enough for him to him, and gesture to the head scientist.

"Go on then."

She did so, following the man as he lead her down a flight of stairs.

It took a few minutes, but afterwards, with a patients gown all she had to cloth her, Weiss was lead to the operating table, where she lay down.

There was a tittering all around her.

Over forty scientist and doctors at the top of their profession, all excited about this one moment.

"Now then," the man said. "Do you need me to go over what this procedure is about Miss Schnee?"

"That would be rather pointless, considering I requested it." She responded flatly.

The scientist flinched at the answer. Clearly he wasn't used to such a tone used on him. "A-ah! I see, well then that is good."

Weiss ignore him, staring straight up at the lights overhead.

There would be no turning back now. She knew what this was about, she had made her choice.

Dust infusion. That was what that man, Hazel had done at Beacon. Simple lightning dust was all he had needed to empower himself to levels none of her classmates had been capable of handling and systematically decimated them.

That man had used dust in a way she never thought possible. No, that was untrue. she had known such methods had existed. She had just not been aware that anyone still practised them. She recalled bits of a conversation she'd had with Ruby, a while ago, about such people existing during the war as an experimental supersoldier program.

It had failed, because the method had been wrong.

She had seen a more practical solution in that man, and even now it filled her with cold fury.

She had thought herself a master of dust, as a Schnee, as a Huntress and as a fighter and yet she had been so outclassed by him, so comically so that it had been over in an instant.

All because he had gone to length s she had been too much of a coward to reach for.

Wiess used its powdered forms, both as ammunition and in tandem with her semblance. Once or twice, she had even activated raw crystals as used them as a sort of makeshift bomb.

He had injected them into his body, and beaten her.

She knew what she had to do. It was the only way.

Her friends had died because she had been unwilling to risk herself truly.

Hazel hand injected Dust into his body.

So she would go beyond that.

By implanting dust nodes within her body

Dust nodes; what the very substance grew from.

Without it, Dust would have run dry a long time ago, with how much humanity relied on it.

As it was, Dust grew, as if like a plant, or rapidly growing stalagmite. Miners would usually mine around the nodes, letting the things continuously produce dust crystals to mine. A renewable, almost infinite energy source.

However, the nodes themselves could be harvested, if done carefully.

All the other experiments in the past had used powdered Dust, or crystals, the incomplete, shards of such nodes.

This would be the first attempt at using nodes themselves.

And for whatever reason, when Weiss had begged her father for this, to carry out this dangerous procedure, he had agreed.

"Now then." The scientist said as four others wheeled out a large metal container. It looked like some kind of freezer with handles running down it.

The head scientist grasped one and pulled. With a hiss it came out, and with it, a bright red crystal.

A fire Dust node. Inactive at the moment, as it had not contacted anyone's Aura, or other catalysts, but along the edges, Weiss could see it growing. Agonizingly slow. Micromillimeter by Micromillimeter.

"We have all the dust we believe would be compatible with the human body: Fire, Wind, Water, Lightning, Ice, Steam, Earth, Magma, Energy and Gravity."

Ten separate dust types. Every known dust variation the SDC harvested.

"So," he asked. "Which one will you be choosing?"

"All of them."

"Alright, the procedure will be simple, creating incisions in the body to implant the node and letting your Aura heal up the wounds, we just need to-" the man stopped, blinking wildly for a moment before looking down at her. "A-all of them?"

"Yes." Weiss said. "That is what I specified in the order I gave."

"M-my apologies Miss Schnee, but I had thought you had meant to give yourself an option of choosing." The Scientist sweated nervously. "One is a dangerous procedure on its own, two perhaps the limit but ten?"

"Are you incapable of doing it?"

"I-It's not a question about whether or not it can be done; it can but you simply won't be able to survive the pain the operation will inflict on your body."

"Is it permanent?"

"Not pain-wise no but-"

"Then proceed with the task."

"Miss Schnee-"

"I am prepared!" Weiss snapped, making the man, as well as several others around her jump. "We will continue with the implementation of all ten doctor."

This was how she would become stronger. Hazel had used one kind of Dust, maybe he could use two or three even, but all ten? This would give her the edge. She would be strong enough.

"I… of course Miss Schnee, we will prepare the necessary paraphernalia right away.

At once, the doctors shouted orders to one another, and raised metal, almost cybernetic gas masks to their faces. It made sense she supposed; Dust was volatile. They had to make sure they didn't accidentally trigger it.

A woman raised a recording device next to her face. This wasn't just a medical procedure after all;

It was a scientific advancement.

"Subject is being given minor grade anaesthesia in order to retain awareness for safety reasons."

Something tightened around her limbs.

"Restraints are being applied to the subject in order to reduce frantic movement."

Weiss closed her eyes and took a breath. She was fine, she had to be. No matter how bad it got she had to focus. There would be no going back now.

She briefly wondered if her father was still watching. She wondered if he was worried, if he cared.

And then the men and women surrounded her with scalpels. She winced at the sudden sensation of needles sinking into her arms, and then suddenly, her entire body felt… itchy.

And then she felt it; the cutting. It felt like nails being dragged across her skin as they made incisions in her chest.

The nodes needed to be in the centre of her body, in that alone, it would mean they would be cutting it close.

…

Weiss withheld a sigh. She was missing Yang already.

It was a strange experience, even past the feeling. To be conscious while men and women opened her up was something Weiss hadn't thought she would ever live through.

"Implanting first node now. Commencing."

Wiess' eyes followed the red crystal as far as she could, until it was pressed into her skin and inside and-

There was pain.

Weiss cried out as her whole body shook.

What was this?

What was this?!

It hurt it hurt it hurt! How could it hurt this much?! It felt like her body was burning up.

"Inserting second dust type."

And then that pain doubled.

And tripled

And quadrupled.

More and more, until a scream ripped out of her throat, only to be torn away as the air abandoned her lungs.

Her body spasmed against the restraints and the fifth, the sixth, the seventh dust nodes were pushed deep inside.

The grew, ripped, burst, popped, shattered.

She felt them, every single fibre of her being could feel the dust as it dug into her flesh.

Into her muscles

Encasing and wrapping around her bones.

Knives.

It felt like thousands of knives were skinning her, layer by layer, down to her core

And while Wiess suffered, the doctors worked calmly, observing her reaction.

"Proceed with the eighth."

Weiss screamed as something in her chest convulsed. She was bleeding. She felt like she was bleeding.

From the inside out, all over and yet she wasn't.

The sensations were faked, created by her traitorous mind to tear her part. To break her sanity.

The burning flames.

The freezing ice.

The roaring wind.

The arcing lightning.

The suffocating earth.

The boiling steam.

The drowning water.

The melting magma.

The overpowering energy.

The… the…

"Wait, somethings wrong. Something-"

Weiss opened her eyes.

And all of those feelings vanished.

Along with the room.

She blinked, confused.

The…. There was nothing above her except a pitch black void.

A second later she realised there was nothing under her either.

There were no restraints holding her down, no table to lay on and yet…

Everything felt solid.

The heiress stood up, her feet connected to… Something. There was no floor and yet she could feel a cool, flat surface beneath her. Weiss looked around, completely at a loss.

To her left, darkness, to her right, darkness, she was in a void, nothingness.

And then she looked down, blinking.

She… she was in her combat outfit, the one she'd worn at Beacon. She checked her shoulder. No, her jacket was untouched, undamaged from where the knife should have cut through.

What… was going on?"

"Hey."

Weiss jumped out of her skin, spinning around frantically for the source of the voice.

What was that?

It had been a girls' voice, small and whispered.

What was going on?

"Hey, over here, this way!"

It was clearer now, slightly louder and Weiss spun to suddenly freeze at the sight before her.

A mirror.

It… it was a mirror.

"What the…" she murmured, taking a step forward as she inspected it.

The mirror was full-sized, big enough that she could see her whole body.

It was encased in silver edges. Beautiful engraving with a craftsmanship she had never seen before.

The mirror wasn't leaning on anything… how was it even here? Where even was here?

"Hey, over here!" The voice whispered again. It... was coming from the mirror. "Come on, you're close, just a little bit further!"

Weiss stepped closer and suddenly could see her reflection.

Or… she couldn't?

It… it was her. The person in the mirror was her but... it wasn't.

Her clothes were different. The design, the style was the same, and yet the colours were wrong. Instead of white, they were black, the darkest black Weiss could think of, almost like they stole light from…. Well, there wasn't any light in this void,

And yet she could still see, still perceive, and she knew that light was being taken from somewhere.

Where?

There was something else that was different.

It was her scar.

It was… it was on the wrong side.

It wasn't the mirror simply reflecting it, no it… the reflection wore her scar on the right side of its face and-

It was looking at her.

It… the reflection was looking at her.

"Don't be ridiculous." She hissed to herself. It was just a reflection, of course it wasn't was looking at her!

No… this was different. This felt different. It was following her eyes, somehow, it was looking at her.

What was this mirror? What was it doing?

She reached out, curious, and like a reflection should, it did the same and yet somehow it did it wrong at the same time.

As she reached out with her right arm it… did the same. Not like a mirror should. It should connect with her, not pass her like a person.

"What are you?" she whispered, reaching out, closer, closer.

Her fingers skimmed the icy feeling glass, just a hairs breath away-

Freezing finger wrapped around her wrist, dragging her closer.

The Reflection leaned in and grinned. Its smile was too big for her face, cutting it, stretching it, bleeding it.

It leaned out of the mirror.

And it spoke.

In her voice.

"Oh you silly little girl, I'm you, can't you tell?"

Weiss screamed.

And opened her eyes.

The heiress choked on dust, as light poured into her eyes. She coughed and spluttered, dizzy from something. She was on her knees for some reason.

Had… had that been… a dream?

It was cold, she felt cold.

What was that sound? It was blaring, constant. It sounded like… alarms?

And then she could hear clearly, and all of a sudden the world came crashing in around her.

Weiss' eyes widened as fire crackled around her, as rubble smashed to the ground and people screamed in pain.

What was going on? What was going on?!"

She looked around, realising she was in some sort of crater. Hadn't she been on the operating table?

A thought came to her and she patted her chest.

She could feel it, the sensation of something within her, of Aura healing those small precise cuts.

It…. It had worked?

Then why was she so lost as to where she was?

That didn't make sense, and now she could feel something wet around her legs.

Weiss felt her blood freeze.

Blood.

She was in a puddle of blood.

And it wasn't hers.

Oh god. Weiss could see them now, through the dust and smoke and haze.

Bodies, hurled around the place.

It was the doctors.

Weiss could see a man with his face twisted in abject horror as his intestines laced the ground. Whoever he had seen before his death had terrified him.

Another, had a hole in her chest, punched the entire way through and leaking organs and blood. Her bones protruded from her body, splintered and shattered like glass and-

Weiss choked, she saw a man impaled on a spear of ice.

It had erupted from the grounds, and in turn, erupted from his back. His blood tinted the crystallised element red. His body was warped, frozen and iced in such a horrific way, brutalised almost beyond recognition it made her want to throw up.

Had- had she-

A shadow appeared above her, and Weiss raised her head in time to see the butt of a rifle slam down on her face.

And she knew no more.

…

…

The next thing Weiss knew, she was on a bed.

It was soft, warm, and almost comforting enough to stop her from bolting upright as she realised what her last moments awake had entailed.

As it was, the heiress hyperventilated as her face broke out in a cold sweat.

What had- had that just happened?

Her eyes flickered around wildly. She was in a room, but it was not her own. It was bare, clinical, empty in a way hers hadn't been.

There was a sudden beep and she turned to see a camera pointed directly at her from the corner of the room.

"Wha-"

The door to her right hissed and clicked, startling her.

The hissing didn't stop, and it sounded like heavy metal mechanical locks were shifting on the other side.

After a minute, it opened up, and General Ironwood walked in.

His face was grave.

"Miss Schnee." He nodded. "It's… good to see you well, especially after such an unfortunate situation.

There was a pause, and Weiss felt this… energy. Something was wrong. Where was she? What was going on? She'd been covered in blood just moments ago, or was it days? There was something going on. There was an energy in the air, something between them that rose the hairs on her neck. It was a warning to run, to escape while she could.

She ignored it.

Weiss swallowed. "What… what happened. I… I don't remember anything."

Ironwood changed before her in an instant, gone was the calm and understanding headmaster she knew, in his place was a military leader. Dangerous and calculating. Cold. Robotic. His eyes locked on hers and he stepped closer, drawing himself to his full height. It was more than a little intimidating.

"Are you sure?" he pressed. "Are you sure that you don't remember anything? Nothing at all?"

"I…" she hesitated. "I remember opening my eyes and… and the building was suddenly gone. And then someone knocked me out." She looked up. "What happened? Was I attacked?"

"…No." the general said. He had a thoughtful look on his face before he let out a long sigh. "You really don't remember anything… that is… I'm not sure if that's comforting or troubling." He turned to her. "Miss Schnee... I am sorry to say that there was an incident during the procedure."

Weiss looked down. There was an accusation in his voice. She knew why.

Her father hadn't contacted the general about it. It had been a private thing, hastily put together by her request and unsanctioned. And therefore technically illegal.

If he had been there it might have been different.

"From records it seems that after the tenth Dust node was implanted into your body it caused a reaction. A dangerous one. The initial… eruption, of Dust harmed a number of individuals but did not kill them… then you stood up and… and slaughtered them.

Weiss' stomach dropped. "I… I did what?!

"All forty doctors were killed by your hands, as well as twelve security personnel before you were stopped." He explained to her, in a mechanical voice. She could see it in his eyes though. He didn't trust her, and even now he was wary, ready to kill her If she made any sudden movements.

It scared her.

"Your father and his employees managed to escape with minimal injuries, but have refused to see you afterwards."

He gestured around him. He almost… looked regretful. "It was a disaster, but I was able to rescind the charges of murder on one condition."

A cold feeling settled in her chest. "And that is?"

"That you are to be under constant twenty-four-hour surveillance, kept here in this tower."

"T-tower?"

"Meridian Tower." he said.

She knew what it was well: a tower build during the Great War in order to hold the most dangerous of war criminals. None who had been imprisoned in it had ever left, even after the war, deemed too dangerous. A tower that pierced the clouds, taller than any tower, and located in the most barren, frozen part of Atlas, far away from civilisation.

And now she was a prisoner in it.

"I-I-" her voice cracked. She could get out the words, the protests, the cries and the pleading for him to please not lock her up here. She couldn't, only one word came to mind. "How?"

How had this happened to her? How had implanting dust led her to kill over fifty people? No, she'd done more damage than that, things he wasn't telling her. Meridian tower was for the most dangerous of people, if she was here she had to have done more.

She didn't want to know. She didn't want to know what could be worse than so much murder.

All the same, he understood her question. "There was a mistake." He said. "It seems that when the Dust was collected for use there was a mistake. There is a… Dust, that was discovered as recent as earlier this year. Ozpin and I discussed it but it was to be kept under wraps. It has been dubbed Black Dust for its appearance. It can grow and taint other forms of dust and… induces madness in people who come in contact with it. We thought we had it contained but it seems the SDC was able to acquire some accidentally."

"And I, came in contact with it?"

He looked at her sadly. "You did. You still are."

Weiss' mouth went dry. It had been implanted in her. This madness Dust had been implanted in her body by mistake!

"The process is irreversible." Ironwood said. It was a strike to her chest. She knew the operation had been. She had been prepared for it. She hadn't been prepared for this. "We can't extract the Dust from your body without killing you but we cannot risk it happening again, and there are some that do suspect it will happen against due to your exposure.

"Who… who knows about it?"

"Myself, your father, the other members of the council and my head scientist." He answered truthfully. "Other than that, no one. The information has been classified. Only those at the highest level are aware."

Weiss was shaking. She could feel herself shaking and she couldn't control it. "So I'm supposed to be locked up here, never to leave? Is that what you're telling me?"

His silence was all she needed.

She got out of bed, unsure of what she really wanted to do and ended up staring out a window.

Although calling it a window was more of a joke than she could ever have imagined.

The glass was tinted black, and at least fifty centimetres thick, with steel bars crisscrossing on both the inside and outside. And there was a faint shimmer. Dust was being used as an additional barrier.

It was there, to let her see the outside world, as if some kind of cruel torture.

All she could see was white wastelands anyway.

"I…" Ironwood trailed off. "I will send someone to see you momentarily. They… might be able to help"

Weiss didn't answer. And he sighed.

"I am sorry Miss Schnee, but this was all I could do."

She heard the door close a second later, it shuttered and hissed.

She really was trapped in here, wasn't she?

That realisation was all she needed to think of her team. Ruby, Blake, Yang. She didn't know where they were, what they were doing or even what had happened to them. But she would never see them again.

And for that, she felt her heart break.

…

…

It must have been an hour before anything happened. Weiss had finished crying, if only because she couldn't cry anymore when the door opened up.

Weiss' eyes widened as she was greeted with the sight of someone who shouldn't be alive, much less standing before her and smiling.

"P-Penny?"

She looked different. Much different:

She was taller than before by a good few inches, her hair had grown longer in such a short amount of time, just past her shoulders. She… somehow looked older, like an adult rather than a girl and she was dressed with far more efficiently in mind than before, like she was prepared for combat at any moment.

But her face, her smile was the same.

"Oh my god Penny!" she cried, wrapping the girl in a desperate embrace. "You're here, I can't believe you're here. I thought I'd never see- I mean I saw- I thought you were dead!"

"Oh, salutations Miss Schnee… it seems you know of me already. That is good."

She stilled, stepping back to stare at Penny. When she realised there was no familiarity in her eyes.

There was no soul.

"I-" she choked. "We were at beacon together, you… I saw you die."

"Ah!" the not-penny blinked. "You must be speaking of my previous model. That was P.E.N.N.Y. I am P.E.N.N.Y.2.0. The much newer model. You must have been acquainted with that form. My apologise Miss Schnee, but such information was deemed unnecessary to download to my memory banks."

The not-Penny smiled, and it made Weiss ill. "Not to worry though Miss Schnee, I have been designated as your caretaker. That means we will get to spend so much time together! I will deliver your food, keep you company, and monitor your situation."

"Monitor my… situation?"

"Correct." The machine, for Weiss knew now, could see now, that this thing in front of her was just that, machine, it meant Penny had been a machine still smiling said "I have been tasked to contain you if you should act as you did previously when you killed those people, and if unable, eliminate you."

That smile was fake

That kindness was fake

That face was fake

That person was fake.

"Get out."

"Pardon?"

"Get out!" Weiss screamed. "Getoutgetoutgetout!"

"You appear to be suffering some sort of emotional stress. Is there anything I can-"

"GET OUT!"

"Very well," the machine nodded. "Please call me if you need anything, I will be monitoring you through the security system."

Weiss screamed.

She screamed and screamed and screamed and when that fake Penny left she screamed some more.

She clutched and pulled at her hair and screamed.

She writhed and shook and screamed.

She cried and sobbed as she screamed.

Weiss didn't want to be here. She was trapped.

She wanted to go home and see her sister.

She wanted to go back to Beacon and see her team.

She wanted to go back to see Ruby.

And she knew she'd never see any of them again.

She'd never see her again.

She screamed.

...

…

So Weiss is going through some things... yeah, fun times for her.

But hey! Penny's back... even if she doesn't have any of her memories and was built to kill Weiss if she goes crazy but hey, details aren't important.

Also some Dust. I'd mentioned Black Dust a while back, so we'll be getting into what that is exactly very soon.

It's not good though, believe me, and If the carnage is anything for your imagination, the situation will be a bad one.

I don't want to say much, if only because I'll save it for the end of this little prologue. two more coming up, and they should be good.

Although if you want tot tell me what you think about Weiss' problem feel free, or if you have any deal where it might go, I'd like to hear it.

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