Weiss strode primly into the VIP area, taking in the atmosphere the private dining area offered its occupants. The VIP area had been made distinctly to give a more relaxed and private atmosphere by unitizing an older style of Valean architecture along with exotic plants and flowers as well as a specially catered menu that customers could peruse from while conducting business, politics, and all other manner of personal affairs in this private space. Being outdoors also allowed for smoking, which was one of the first details that clued Weiss into knowing that Calcipher had already arrived. As soon as she entered she found him sitting at a table towards the back, downwind and leaning onto the table in a relaxed pose as she checked something on his scroll while he waited. He obviously wasn't expecting her to be early but tardiness was something that was greatly frowned upon in her family. Smoothing out her skirt, she cleared her throat as she approached to gain Calcipher's attention.

"Hello Weiss," he said, stashing his scroll away and standing up so he could greet her politely, "glad to see you were able to make it."

"It was no trouble for me. I was looking forward to this meeting," she replied.

"So you could glean more information regarding your family's past," he replied, correctly deducing her intentions.

"I see there's no point hiding anything from you," she said, admittedly a little disappointed that she was so blatantly obvious to him but still managing to keep a polite smile and tone going.

"It's not a matter of hiding anything. On the contrary, out of everyone, I feel you have every reason to be more informed on your family's past. The real concern lies within whether or not you'll be open to accepting the truth for what it is or if you'll simply brush it aside and cozy up to the same old fallacies that have been drilled into you since you were a child."

"Do you honestly take as someone who would shy away from the truth?" she asked, not meaning to make her inquiry sound as hostile as it did when it came.

Given Calcipher's reaction, he either wasn't fazed by it or simply didn't care. Most likely a mesh of the two. Instead, he took a long drag from his pipe before blowing out an even longer stream of smoke.

"Do you know why people craft fallacies, fantasies, and lies of all sorts?"

"To cover up the truth or hide their guilt I'd assume," Weiss replied, confident in her answer until she looked at Calcipher's inquisitive gaze that was fixed on her, making her question whether that was the answer he'd wanted or not.

"Under certain circumstances, you'd be correct. On does often lie to hide their quilt and avoid the consequences of their actions. However, that is not always the case."

Rather than take another drag he instead leaned over to one of the nearby flower beds, lightly tapped his pipe to dislodge the tobacco into the soil and set his now empty pipe down on the table. He then looked back at Weiss, his expression firm and serious, a complete contrast to how she'd usually seen him. This in turn told her that she needed to pay careful attention to what he was about to divulge to her.

"While Truth is something that is often highly valued and sought after, the reality is that few people actually want the unfiltered, unbiased pure form that promises enlightenment and understanding, and even fewer still that are prepared to see the ugliness that is its true form. To paint a picture for you, if truth existed as a person then it would be someone so incredibly unattractive that no Kingdom would allow within their borders. It would be an entity that was shunned by all but the most open-minded people and even they would have to take time to properly acclimate themselves to its presence.

That's why we create lies. They're easier to tolerate and often times we find them much more pleasant and comforting than the truth. The best lies are crafted with a modicum of truth, just enough to make them more believable and capable of acceptance. As such we often flock to such lies in times of confusion. We admonish those who seek the truth but seldom is it ever a pleasant affair or something that leaves you feeling better than when you first began your journey. Often times the truth is bitter, ugly, and extremely unpleasant. As such, before we begin, I feel it's best that you have a basic understanding of this so you have some idea of what will be said. I don't expect you to believe any of it, only understand that not everything I tell you will be something you will be willing to immediately accept."

"I see," Weiss said, taking a moment to consider what he'd just told her. "I had assumed I was prepared to hear what you had to say regarding my family's past but, from what you've just told me I think what you're saying is that I may not be fully prepared for it."

"More or less," he replied, a small, amused smirk playing across his face. He seemed pleased, which she took as a good sign. Obviously, his little speech had been something of a test and her answer had been the correct one. "So, do you think you're ready to begin?"

"There's only one way to find out for certain," she replied.

His smirk broadened and rather than speaking right away he instead reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a leather pouch. Placing it on the table he took a pinch of tobacco from inside before carefully pressing it into his pipe. Extracting a small packet of matches, he soon had his pipe lit once more and was currently taking a few thoughtful puffs on it before continuing.

"Why don't we make a game of it? I'll let you ask whatever question you wish but in exchange, there'll be certain questions I won't answer. In fact, any topic I deem unsuitable for our conversation will earn you a strike. Three strikes and we'll call it a day. It'll be your job to consider the questions you ask and any potential topics that are safe and those that are not. Sound good to you."

It sounded childish, to be perfectly honest. Her father had seldom if ever play such games with her. He had always been very straightforward, by the book, with little room for joking or games of any kind. In fact, the only times when he'd allow such nonsense was during moments when the conversation was in his favor, often during business deals, and he wanted to take a moment to gloat a little. Perhaps then that was why she was so intrigued by this proposition. Calcipher had already shown how little he resembled her father as well as how much he disliked the man. Perhaps by playing his little game she could, in fact, learn a little more than she'd bargained for and perhaps have something to use later on down the road.

"Very well, I accept."

"Excellent," he said excitedly. "We can start whenever you're ready."

She didn't ask anything right away. He was giving her the ability to decide the pace of their conversation which was a valuable tool. No doubt he was looking to see how she would use the power given to her and what questions she'd start by asking. Obviously, she wanted to know more about her family so asking about her Grandfather and Mother were reasonable choices to start things off. However, she'd learned yesterday that Calcipher had played a big part in her family's history, one that had led to him being exiled from Atlas for a period of time. Knowing where exactly his story began would no doubt help her to begin to build a picture of what her family was like prior to her father's involvement.

"You've said as much that you were from Atlas. What was your life like growing up there during that time?"

Her question obviously surprised him as his eyebrows raised above his head. He was silent for a moment, almost contemplative, and after a while Weiss began to wonder if she'd already stumbled onto a nonnegotiable topic and had earned her first strike. Thankfully, though, her assumptions were wrong.

"Difficult. Challenging. In every way imaginable it was suffering unlike anything the children born today will ever have to experience and, hopefully, never will."

"How do you mean?"

"I was born at the tail end of the Great War, a time when Mantle's prospects of winning had been hedged on a final conflict between Vale and Vacuo versus Mistral and itself. Much of our resources had been allocated towards the war effort with the expectation that should we win, we'd be gaining all of that back plus interest. However, when we lost we were guaranteed nothing, as you well know. You don't see returns on interests that don't pan out. As a result, Mantle suffered. Many people who had once been employed by factories making weapons, armor, and other essentials for the war effort soon found themselves without employment. Businesses went bankrupt, our economy was tanked, and many were left homeless. As far as I was able to piece together, my father was a soldier who was killed during the war and my mother, who was either unable to take care of us both or simply didn't want to, dropped me off at the nearest orphanage where I became one of hundreds who were either left without parents or abandoned by them."

"That's awful," she said, aghast.

"That was the reality of our lives after the war. One thing those history books don't mention, most from how depressing it all is. They give the facts but gloss over the reality of what happened after the fact."

"Is that what lead you to join the Atlas Military? An opportunity to escape that life?" she inquired.

"No," he replied, his answer so sudden and firm that she thought for a moment he might end the conversation right then and there. "My induction into the Atlas Military was not a decision that was made voluntarily."

"I'm not sure I understand. Military service has always been voluntary," she pointed out, thinking of Winter's decision to join the military as a means of rebelling against their father.

"It wasn't always. Keep in mind, much of what you know was established well before you were born. Many of the political policies set in place were established by people like your Grandfather and that was only around fifteen to twenty years after the conclusion of the Great War.

I was around five when I decided to leave the orphanage and strike out on my own. Don't look so surprised child," he said, smirking as he noticed her looking at him aghast. "It wasn't uncommon for children of varying ages to run away from the orphanages, never to return. Atlas was hemorrhaging and whatever funding the Government had were being diverted to other areas such as defenses or food production. There were hundreds, if not thousands, of orphans all throughout Mantle, and not enough money to support everyone. We were given what they could spare which wasn't much. So, if a few children disappeared during the night it simply meant more for those left behind, especially the younger ones. In a way, our selfish actions were seen as a needless sacrifice so that others would have the opportunities we didn't."

Weiss was speechless. Her initial thoughts when she went into this conversation revolved mostly around what she'd learn about her family. She hadn't expected to learn so much about her Kingdom's history, nor the horrifying consequences that followed their defeat at the end of the Great War. That portion of their history had largely been glossed over with a great focus being placed on Nicholas Schnee's discovery of the Dust mines and the prosperity that followed including their alliance with Vale. Only now was she beginning to understand why their people would want to sweep such troubling times under the rug and forget about them. Their people had been made to suffer so much from their involvement in the war and the worst part was that they had no one to blame for it but themselves.

For a moment she considered ending the conversation right then and there, excusing herself to return to her team and put this whole ordeal behind her. However, a more curious part of her subtly pressed her onward. Leaving now would no doubt mean forfeiting any opportunity about learning more about her family's past. It was only now that she was starting to realize it would be full of exciting new discoveries. She was going to be dredging up skeletons from their past that had long since been buried and forgotten. She had every reason to turn away but, in spite of her trepidation, she pressed forward.

"How did you end up involuntarily serving in our military?" she asked, doing her best to disguise her trepidation at what she was about to learn.

Judging by his expression, she hadn't done a very good job of it. Regardless, with a quick drag of his pipe, he pressed onward.

"I had been living on the streets for a little less than a year by that time. One of the first things you learn when you strike out into that world is not only how to survive but the rules you need to follow if you are to thrive as well. Two of the most important aspects to have was either strength or speed. Strength to overpower others and take what you want from them or speed to outrun anyone who would accost you and steal what little you had claim to. However, if you were one of the lucky few to have both aspects then you were almost guaranteed to lay claim to some territory of your own and maybe even begin to acquire others to start working for you."

"I take it you were one of those?"

"Hardly," Calcipher answered with a loud chuckle that had Weiss jumping in surprise. "I was barely six years old at the time and scrawny too. I barely had enough strength to get me and attaining more would have required food which was difficult enough to come by. I was quick on my feet, though, and had learned early on how to easily spy the best escape opportunities when they were presented to me. You only have to have the snot beat out of you a couple of times to learn how to outrun and outmaneuver your adversaries," he said, noting the dismayed expression she had as she listened to him talk.

"That's how life was for me back then. I've no need for sympathy or pity. I chose that life rather than spend my life in an orphanage, hoping that someday some family might just decide to adopt me and I would ascend to a better life or whittle away my years until I aged out and had to make the desperate attempt at carving out a life for myself in a Kingdom that was slowly dying. The one upside to living on the streets is that you have the option of outrunning your bullies while in an orphanage you still have to live with them day in and day out.

That was my life for a time until I was taken off the streets. An unmarked car with tinted windows pulled up to the ally I'd been squatting in. A pair of men in black suits stepped out, grabbed me, threw me in their car, and shuttled me off to an Atlas Military Training Facility at an undisclosed location. That was where I'd spend the next fifteen years of my life, being trained as a child to be a loyal soldier of the Kingdom of Atlas."

"That's…" Weiss wanted to say awful but she found herself unable to form the words. What she found difficult most of all was the ability to believe anything he was telling her. It all felt like a complete lie, one that was meant to paint the Kingdom of Atlas in a dictatorial light, a Militaristic government that cared only about attaining more and more power and through, through force if necessary. Yet, she couldn't help but feel there was some truth to his claims.

"You don't have to force yourself to believe my story if it's too difficult for you to do so."

His words were spoken softly and with a great deal of sympathy. Looking at him, she could see he was gazing back at her with warm, concerned eyes rather than the harsh disappointed, or intolerant ones she'd become used to seeing when being stared down by her father.

"You are young and, like all children, you've grown up with a very narrow view of the world. Your ability to see your Kingdom in any other light than a positive one is difficult given it's the only life you've ever known up to this point."

"I'm sorry- "she started to say.

"Don't apologize, child," he chided softly. "Your lack of awareness in regard to the truth is not a failing on your part. History is written by the victors and as such History is notoriously biased. I don't expect you to know all of this or believe any of it. If anything, I'd much rather you take as much of what you can and use it as a basis to begin seeking out the truth yourself. You alone know your limits and how much of it you're willing to accept. I can only help get the ball rolling for you."

"Of course," she said, schooling her expression once more as she prepared for the continuation of his story. "So, after you were taken, what happened?"

Taking a moment to take another drag of his pipe, he replied, "That story and the events that transpired, are something I think should be left for another time."

"O-oh," she said, checking the time on the scroll to see that an hour had quickly elapsed.

"I'm afraid that I have some errands that require my attention but I did enjoy this. It was a nice change of pace for me. We'll have to do it again sometime."

"I agree," Weiss said, standing and giving the man a small curtsy.

"I told you, there's no need for formalities," he said with a chuckle and extended a hand. "I find a handshake to be more than appropriate."

"Yes, of course," she said, taking his hand and finding it to be warm and firm as it encompassed her own, engulfing it but squeezing gently in response. "I look forward to our next lunch date."

/-/

"Weiss, your back!"

"Yes, I am," Weiss replied, finding her partner's sudden jubilation at her return rather suspicious.

It wasn't an odd thing for Ruby to be excited at seeing her. The young girl was well known for her overexuberance when it came to greeting her friends. However, this particular moment struck her as odd for more than one reason. For one thing, her team had known she'd be gone for what she'd described as being a business luncheon. The other reason was that she'd only been away so Ruby's excitement at her return was off-character for her. The most glaring oddity, however, were the two boys in particular who were currently standing in their dorm. One of them had blue hair and with a pair of goggles strapped above his hairline and was wearing a crimson flight jacket with a pair of jeans. His friend was a blonde-haired Faunus who seemed oddly familiar, a fact which quickly came apparent when she saw him attempting to cozy on up to Blake.

"You!"

Despite her short stature, Weiss shot across the room, her finger digging into the boy's exposed chest like a dagger aimed at his heart. His confident demeanor quickly shattered as he stumbled backward, pressed up against the wall as a girl a foot shorter than him glared balefully up at him, keeping him locked in place with no hope of escape. He glanced around desperately for someone, anyone to come to his aid but everyone, his partner included, seemed more than willing to throw him to the mercy of a white-haired Pomeranian that had cornered him.

"Who invited you and what are you doing in our dorm?" she demanded.

"We were invited in," he replied, hands held up in surrender.

"After we were caught eavesdropping from the tree outside your window," his partner confessed.

"Nep, dude, seriously?" Sun asked.

"Sorry Sun, she scares me more than you do," he confessed with a shrug.

"Okay, that answers my previous questions but leaves me with so many others so start explaining," she said before turning to the room and adding, "all of you."

Weiss knew her team. She knew they'd been up to something while she was gone as the looks Ruby and Yang had were showing obvious signs of guilt. She knew who would crack under pressure and who wouldn't which was why she narrowed her gaze on her partner. Sensing Weiss attain target lock, Ruby frantically looked around for support but, like Sun before her, found herself completely and utterly alone. With just the right amount of pressure being exerted on her by her partner, Ruby spilled everything. Were it not for her aura, the number of times Weiss' hand smacked her forehead in frustration would have been enough to leave her with a slight concussion.

"So let me get this straight. Despite Blake's disastrous attempt at stopping the White Fang last year that ended with the Docks exploding- "

"That was Torchwick's fault," Blake interjected.

"-and almost cost you and Sun your lives," Weiss continued, becoming increasingly frustrated as Blake looked away with an annoyed expression, "you've not only continued your crusade against them but have been spending whatever free time you've had combing newsfeeds for information about them to include sneaking out at night to go looking for them. All of this, I might add, is in direct violation of the agreement WE MADE with Headmaster Ozpin and to make matters worse your own partner, rather than dissuade you from committing this asinine suicide mission, has instead opted to go with you and has roped her sister in as well. I'd say she's dragged Sun into your hair-brained scheme but we both know he's too smitten with you to have anyone to blame for getting himself killed other than himself."

"Oh come on, I'm not smitten. I just have a deep-rooted respect for her," Sun argued.

"Buuullllshit," Yang quipped, causing the blond Faunus to blush in embarrassment.

"It's not that obvious, is it?" Sun asked, leaning towards his partner.

"It's as plain to us your chest through your shirt," Neptune replied.

"Weiss, chill, part of the reason we're doing this is to make sure Blake doesn't go alone, and with all of us going we'll have a better chance of keeping her from getting too in over her head," Yang replied.

"And what exactly is your plan?" she asked, unconvinced.

"Well, I was going to hit up a local information broker I know while Blake scouted out a local White Fang recruitment rally she'd heard about."

"When are you going to follow Blake to the rally?"

"Well," Ruby said, obviously nervous about what she was about to say, "we thought it might be better if we split the team to cover more ground."

"So Blake will be on her own?" Weiss asked, flabbergasted.

"She won't be alone," Sun pipped in. "She'll have me with her the entire time."

The audible smack of Weiss' palm once more meeting her face was enough to cause the entire room to flinch. "No," she spoke softly.

"Weiss," Ruby started.

"No," Weiss said, with more force this time. "I'm not doing this. I'm not doing this again. I'm not going to simply stand by and one of my friends and teammates going running off on some self-righteous crusade that's going to get her, and the boy who's infatuated with her, killed."

"You don't need to keep pointing that out," Sun complained quietly.

"You can't stop me, Weiss. With or without your support, I'm going to put a stop to the White Fang, even if no one else will."

"You're wrong. I can stop you. I will stop you. If you insist on going out there not only will I inform the Headmaster of what you're doing but I'll inform Calcipher as well and we both know he'll go out of his way to put a stop to this," Weiss threatened, watching with hidden pleasure as Blake palled at the mention of his name. "Not only that but we know he has agents imbedded within the White Fang itself. Who's to say he doesn't already know about this rally and has been feeding information to Ozpin and the authorities."

"I don't trust him," Blake replied.

"You don't trust anyone!" Weiss snapped back, causing Blake to flinch. "You didn't trust us with your secret when we first became a team. You didn't trust us when you started hunting for the White Fang behind our backs and you don't trust us now. How do you expect us to trust you when you've never trusted any of us to begin with."

"I have my reasons."

"And what are they Blake?" she challenged. "I've yet to hear any of them aside from your lackluster excuses."

Backed into a corner Blake could do nothing but scowl. It was enough to tell Weiss she had won and she allowed herself a moment to calm down before driving the final nail home in the hopes of putting this to rest once and for all.

"We've already had to bury one friend, Blake. Please don't leave us to carry the weight of having to bury you too," she said, noticing how the girl's shoulders rose at the mention of Jaune. "I will make you a promise, though. If you can give me a reason, one good reason, for why you are the only one who can stop the White Fang, I'll not stand in your way."

"I- "Blake began.

"A reason good enough to tell your parents for why we didn't stop you from getting yourself killed."

That was all it took to end the conversation as Blake gazed back at her, defeated and looking somewhat betrayed. Having said her peace, Weiss walked out of their dorms, unable to stand being around her team for the moment. It was a few minutes before she realized she'd been followed as the door took longer to close than was normal and she could feel someone's presence behind her.

"That was a real bitch move you pulled back there," Yang said.

"Maybe, but at least I was willing to be a bitch if it meant preventing my teammate from going on a suicide mission," she said, turning to glare up at the blonde.

"You know she won't stop. You've thrown her off but she won't stop. At least this way we can keep an eye on her and make sure she comes back safe."

"And what happens when that's not enough? What happens when she runs off or gets caught in an explosion and takes one more than she can handle? This isn't some passing interest of hers, Yang. She's obsessed with them and she's shown she'll ignore all common sense to go after them no matter who or what stands in her way. I may be seen as a bitch for what I've done but it's better than living with the fact that when the moment came to put a stop to this, I simply choose to stand aside."

Yang sighed, shaking her head in frustration. "Weiss, I know you're hurting. I know Jaune's passing hit you hard but that doesn't give you the excuse to use it against us whenever you find it convenient."

"You think I used him out of convenience? I'll admit there are some things I've said and done in the past that I'm not proud of but I would never use him simply as a matter of convenience."

"You're not the only one who knows what you've gone through. You're not the only one hurting," Yang argued.

"No you don't," Weiss snapped. "None of you know what I'm going through, what I had to experience."

"Ruby and I have lost people before," Yang argued, her temper flaring.

"But neither of you watched them die!"

That was enough to douse Yang's rising temper. She struggled to say something, either to console her or offer some sort of empathy, but everything that crossed Yang's mind fell flat.

"You didn't have to watch him fall or have to live knowing you were the one to fail to save him when the moment counted. You know I couldn't even stand to be around his family simply because I felt so guilty to letting him down, for failing to save their son, their brother? I still have nightmares about that day, vividly replayed for me over and over. I can't have another moment like that. I won't. If Blake insists on going on this suicide mission of hers then you can tell her I will stand in her way at every turn, so long as I believe it will keep her safe and alive."

Without waiting for a response, Weiss turned on her heel and left, a plan already forming in her mind that would most assuredly leave her ostracized from her team but ensure they all came out of this alive.

/-/

"Archangel, are you onsite?" Calcipher asked.

"Already in position. I assume the bugs I placed on the White Fangs communicators are working as intended?"

"I've already cycled their callsigns for the last check-in. We should be good for a while, at least until they send in another unit to relieve them. Unlikely though considering how short this recruitment rally should be."

"Let's hope. Alright, I'll be going silent unless there's an emergency or something major comes up," he replied.

"Roger that," he said and heard the commlink click as Archangel shut off his communicator. He would still be capable of receiving calls from him should an emergency arise but, for the most part, Calcipher was meant to simply observe rather than comment.

They had spent the better part of the past week steaking out the warehouse district, going over the layouts of the various sections as well as all avenues of traffic in or out. Rather than have Archangel go in himself, he'd instead called in a few favors and had some old friends of his help out with looking through the different buildings. Thanks to the trackers they'd placed on the Paladin, they knew which warehouse it was being kept in but that also meant that their adversaries knew as well and would no doubt have a trap lying in wait in the adjacent buildings. As an added precaution they'd kept watch on the nightly activities, never interfering or attempting to infiltrate the warehouse. There was no way to be certain that Roman didn't have people looking out for them and checking every White Fang recruit that entered the premises.

The night of they waited until people started showing up. With most of the attention focused on people entering from the ground entrance, the rooftop access was left guarded by only a handful of White Fang Grunts. They had been simple enough to knock out and, using a small device acquired from Atlas, they'd managed to hack their comms easily enough. Nothing too fancy. They were using standard walkie-talkies after all so all that was required was for him to monitor the incoming and outgoing chatter to know when to send back the 'all clear' when it came time. Hopefully, that would be good enough until the event ended or they sent another group to relieve the first at which point they discover their comrade's unconscious and know something had gone wrong.

As he was watching the coming in through Archangel's camera, he heard his scroll beginning to buzz. Giving it a passing glance he noticed Weiss' name pop up. Assuming it was her calling about their next lunch date he ignored it and let it go to voice mail. A few seconds later it buzzed again and he swore he could sense it was doing it with greater urgency. Juggling the pros and cons in his head he finally relented and picked it up just as it was on the last buzz.

"Hello"

"Calcipher, it's Weiss. We have an emergency."

"What's happened?" he asked, sitting up straighter as he realized just how serious this call was.

"My teammate Blake is attempting to sneak into a White Fang recruitment rally tonight along with another Faunus student names Sun Wukong. They were together the night the White Fang were at the docks. My team were convinced that, if they went with her, they could keep her from doing anything foolish."

"Are they there with her?" he asked, already thumbing the communicator for Archangel to let him know what was happening.

"No, they split up to gather information at other locations. Blake is with Sun and they're in disguise but, considering what happened last time, I don't have much faith that things will go in their favor again."

"My thoughts exactly. Have you informed Ozpin and Goodwitch yet?"

"I'm on my way to them right now. I don't know the rally's location so I was hoping you might be able to help out by giving me that information."

"I already have someone there infiltrating the rally. I'll forward the information to Ozpin and the local authorities. I'll also keep an eye out for your teammates and inform my people of them as well. Hopefully, we can get them out of there without much fuss but I wouldn't put much faith in that."

"I understand. Thank you for helping me with this. I know my team will hate me for rating them out but I'd rather they were safe than dead."

"My sentiments exactly."

The call ended shortly after and Calcipher quickly opened a channel to Archangel.

"Let me guess. Blake Belladonna couldn't leave well enough alone and decided to crash the party."

"I'm guessing you noticed her in the crowd," Calcipher surmised.

"I'm watching her walk through the front door right now with tonight's date."

Angling his camera towards the entrance where all of the recruits were funneling in from, he was easily able to pick out Blake and Sun from amongst the various people coming in. While Blake had indeed changed her outfit, something which he would have felt was smart of her to do, her hair was still a dead giveaway as was Sun with his open shirt and exposed chest.

"Fuck my life."

Bit of a shorter chapter than I'm used to writing. Had originally intended the first portion to be something of an exposion dumb for Calcipher but decided to break it down a little. I feel it will be more impactful if Weiss receives more and more information from him throughout their relationship rather than just getting it dumped on her all at once.

New chapter to follow this one soon. I'm riding on a writing high at the moment and don't want to lose momentum.