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Maybe it’s foolishness, maybe it’s naivety, but you just don’t see a difference with the Faunus. If people won’t harass you for having a tail, they’ll do so for being fat, or dumb, or weak, or thinking a certain way. It all just seems so dumb to you.
Why can’t people just focus on killing Grimm and protecting each other? Is a thought that always crosses your mind when the Faunus issue gets brought up.
Your philosophy is Vacuan in nature. Man or woman, human or Faunus, straight or gay, if you can make it and aren’t needlessly cruel for no reason, you are welcome.
You realize such thinking is unbecoming of an aspiring hero, but you guess that’s why you are going to study.
“Poor guy…” Coco says.
“It is what it is.”
“I’m gonna give him some Lien.” Coco rummages through her expensive looking purse.
You grab her wrist. “You high? Don’t do that.”
“W-what? Why?”
“That aint how things work around here.”
She forcefully frees herself. “What the hell is wrong with you man! What damage is it gonna do buying that poor dude lunch?”
“Vacuo is way different than Vale. Here you look out for your people and only them. That Lien you give him can be used to save my life, or the lives of our future team.”
Coco balks at the concept. “What kinda bull is that? That’s psychotic!”
You shrug. “Maybe, I dunno. Just the way it is. The way the desert taught us.” You repeat the saying you were taught since birth.
While Vale has the luxury of natural borders, strong walls and an alliance with the technological capital of Remnant, Atlas, Vacuo has to make do with nothing but surprise sandstorms, sudden sinkholes, local fauna just as dangerous as Grimm and banditry.
Vacuans, do in fact, make do. From a young age they understand just how fragile life is and how little the desert cares for you and all you ever accomplish.
When a child loses both his parents to a sandstorm, he is given a couple of minutes to mourn before being scooped up and placed in a caravan to reallocate the tribe. Vacuans don’t care about possessions or houses or money beyond how those can be used to protect your people and only your people.
They, however, don’t find the desert cruel. They know it is just the way it is, the same way Vacuans in their apparent coldness are just they are. Some will live, others will die and there’s nothing to do about it. No point spilling tears, the water is too precious to waste like that.
Such thinking is not necessary in the city of Vacuo and to a lesser extent in Coquina, but the elders understand that all it takes is a single bad day for their walls and their lives to fall apart. It happened before, so they prepare their young for that.
The desert is like that.
So, despite what morality or Coco may say, you move on into the city. Praying the Faunus may survive another day.
