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[It's late at night when Blake makes her move. She'd seen Slade's message and after their conversation and one face-to-mask encounter with the madman herself, she had decided it was for the best to stay out of his little game as much as possible.

But when rumors of this had reached her... well, she knew that she couldn't just avoid it forever. She had to see this for herself.

Slipping past the police watching the scene wouldn't exactly have been difficult, not for somebody like her, but she waited anyway. There was the fact that she wasn't supposed to even be there to consider, but more than that... she didn't want to be interrupted.

With the police gone, she quietly slips beneath the police tape stretched across the smashed door of what had once been a small, family-owned restaurant and was now a vandalized, burnt and smashed out wreck. Looking around, she steps lightly through the rubble before stopping at the far wall and reaching out to lightly touch the red paint that spells out a simple, and familiar message.]

"FROM SHADOWS; WE RISE"

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[He doesn't seem to adopt any more of an aggressive posture. Was he surprised? Yes. It wasn't an answer he'd been expecting. The White Fang members he had met were people from all walks of life, who were fed up with there mistreatment, something he couldn't blame them for. Growing up in that culture ... he can't even imagine it.]

So why did you leave?

[He asks, genuinely curious as to her answer. But it was clear from the look in his eyes that he ... he felt bad for her. He didn't pity her, but ... she's been through a lot. More than he had thought.]

[All the same, she's keeping a close eye on him. She's not sure what she would actually do if he did make a move but... at least she won't be caught off guard.

She's quiet for a moment, thinking back to events that were all too recent. Events that, on a practical level, she wouldn't want her involvement with getting out. Voices bounce around in her mind, her own and another one. Familiar, even if it had been colder than she'd ever heard it before.

"What about the crewmembers?"

"What about them?"]

... Does it matter why? Not all of us agree with... [she gestures at the room around them] this.

I'd hope not.

[Superman runs a hand over the polished wood of a nearby table, his fingers coming up covered in ash. He rubs it between his fingers for a moment before shaking it off. When he talks, there's a melancholy in his voice, at the pointlessness of it all.]

This doesn't accomplish anything. All it does is leave more people hurt.

[There's a bit of tension in her as Superman finally moves away, but it vanishes just as quickly. Stupid. It's clear that he isn't here to come after her.. and even if he did, it wasn't like she'd be getting any kind of warning.]

... That easy to say when you're not the one being hurt if nothing changes.

[She turns her head away, scowling at the floor and folds her arms. There's a definite trickle of anger in her voice now.]

We've tried everything else. From peaceful demonstrations, talking, even just staying quiet and trying to live our own lives and most of the time the argument is still between whether we should be considered trespassers or fugitives. The only constant is that nobody wants to hear from us.

[He listens, hearing the bitterness in her voice clear as day.]

You're right.

[He turns to face her.]

The Faunus aren't given a fair chance to air their grievances and live their lives. It's an injustice, plain and simple, and you have every right in the world to be angry about it. But this--

[He gestures to the burnt out building around them.]

--isn't going to make things any better. With every bombing, every raid, every threat, you're sending a message, but it's not the one you're intending. You're telling the rest of the world that they have every reason to hate and fear you. Instead of listening to the Faunus, humanity is only going to push them further away, and the more animosity and mistrust that builds on both sides, the more this is going to escalate.

[She holds onto that anger for awhile. It's hard not to, even if she can't bring herself to blame every single human as others seemed to. There's still that part of her that says that it's deserved, that this was what needed to be done for the good of her kind.

But was silencing voices against them really going to change anything?

She doesn't quite meet Superman's gaze and slumps a little bit as she loses some of that anger.]

Maybe it's inevitable.

The future isn't set in stone, Blake. There's always a chance to change things for the better.

[If only it was that simple. The truth of the matter, to her eyes, was that the two species were on a collision course and when they met, it would inevitably end in disaster.

So, she isn't convinced as she lets out a quiet breath.]

Or the worst.

[Something Clark didn't believe, even for a moment. People, human or faunus, aren't perfect, but he has to believe that they can see past their differences and that cooler heads can prevail.]

And you're willing to accept that?

[Action] Closed to Superman

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Ugh. Sorry for the ridiculous wait. Feel free to ignore this if it's been too long.

Don't even worry about it. I'll backtag to infinity.

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