[He starts to try and speak, frowning apologetically, but the words remain unspoken and in his mind. I know you're not. It's something he needs to find a way to deal with on his own. Despite having some similarities, Weiss and Pyrrha are very different people. So why is he still terrified?
He stays quiet, not interrupting, reflecting over her explanation. Even at her worst, he doesn't think Weiss is capable of being that kind of person. But her words give him insight he didn't have before. He thinks he can understand loving your parents despite everything, though nothing he's had to deal with comes close to how Jacques has treated Weiss. He's still upset-- only at Jacques, for back Weiss into this corner, and at himself, for being a selfish, angry idiot. He had basically proven her father right with the way he'd reacted. It's always been simpler for him to think of good and bad people as separate entities. Weiss has given him a lot to think about.
He cautiously meets her eyes, expression raw. He doesn't think he even deserved an explanation, but Weiss gave him one. Their most recent conversation, and why Weiss had brought up their first decision, made more sense now. God, he had screwed up so much, hurting Weiss more when she was already injured. Glancing away from her, he leans forward nervously, before leaning back again.]
You're braver and smarter than me. But you probably knew that. [More firmly.] I will find a way. I don't know how yet, but...I'm going to. I have to. [He meets her eyes again.] Do you know what you're going to do next yet? About finding yourself and everything? Or are you thinking about just winging it?
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He stays quiet, not interrupting, reflecting over her explanation. Even at her worst, he doesn't think Weiss is capable of being that kind of person. But her words give him insight he didn't have before. He thinks he can understand loving your parents despite everything, though nothing he's had to deal with comes close to how Jacques has treated Weiss. He's still upset-- only at Jacques, for back Weiss into this corner, and at himself, for being a selfish, angry idiot. He had basically proven her father right with the way he'd reacted. It's always been simpler for him to think of good and bad people as separate entities. Weiss has given him a lot to think about.
He cautiously meets her eyes, expression raw. He doesn't think he even deserved an explanation, but Weiss gave him one. Their most recent conversation, and why Weiss had brought up their first decision, made more sense now. God, he had screwed up so much, hurting Weiss more when she was already injured. Glancing away from her, he leans forward nervously, before leaning back again.]
You're braver and smarter than me. But you probably knew that. [More firmly.] I will find a way. I don't know how yet, but...I'm going to. I have to. [He meets her eyes again.] Do you know what you're going to do next yet? About finding yourself and everything? Or are you thinking about just winging it?