[Jaune can't help himself. He shot down the answer of one of the few people he still thinks of as a friend, simply as an attempt to distance himself from his own idealism. Sun hadn't deserved that, but he wasn't exactly feeling compassionate or helpful right now.
Dave had been a distraction. It was the closest he could get to be entertained that didn't involve going out to get magical scientific color changing drinks, and his banter had been safe because it had been so unique.
It was much safer to focus on the practical aspects of the weapon, than the emotional or symbolic sides. He's always been emotional and now he wants nothing more than to do the opposite.]
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[Jaune can't help himself. He shot down the answer of one of the few people he still thinks of as a friend, simply as an attempt to distance himself from his own idealism. Sun hadn't deserved that, but he wasn't exactly feeling compassionate or helpful right now.
Dave had been a distraction. It was the closest he could get to be entertained that didn't involve going out to get magical scientific color changing drinks, and his banter had been safe because it had been so unique.
It was much safer to focus on the practical aspects of the weapon, than the emotional or symbolic sides. He's always been emotional and now he wants nothing more than to do the opposite.]
What weapon was it?