[ With her foot up from the kick when she was pushed off, Weiss regained her balance with a backflip. The more he spoke, the more she was able to distance herself from him. If he wanted to destroy everything she thought of him, he was doing a good job. ]

I spent my entire life dealing with the fallout from worthless extremists like you destroying everything. Don't you get why my father's here, Adam? This is Schnee Company showing the White Fang that you didn't hurt us.

[ She understood the reasoning behind it. It was her mistake, and that meant that she fell to the singular fact she'd been running from for a long time: She was expendable.

Somehow saying that last part out loud, practically speaking the truth of her own expendability to her family, it helped a tiny bit with finding catharsis. Weiss took another deep breath, calming herself. Right foot forward. Elbow raised. She was more furious than she'd been in a long time. No one to trust, no one gave a damn about her, and her only chance was to prove herself. Weiss wasn't going to lose that opportunity because she was raging.

She didn't know if she could kill him, but she could convince herself that it was something she wanted for at least a little while. Maybe long enough that she could do it. Either way, Weiss was going for it again; there was no shaking this time. ]