HEâS NEVER BEEN particularly fond of libraries, or books in general. comics were one thing, but the written word without pictures usually put him to sleep, unable to hold his attention with the same mundane, overly complex writing that authors typically used. compared to such boring pieces of work, he much preferred the action and violence that comics promised, despite most of them containing some form of a hero that he couldnât stand.
   somehow, he doubts heâll find any in the local library, but thatâs not what he came for in the first place. surprisingly enough, what he seeks are books that can tell him a thing or two about eidolon. heâs hardly excited about the idea of actually sitting down and reading one, but it doesnât seem as though he has a choice if he wants to get anywhere.
   to make matters worse, he isnât sure where exactly to start. hundreds of books line the walls, all dusty and worn, each one possibly containing the information he seeks. the thought of looking through each one individually makes him groan aloud, but he doesnât have to worry about it for long. amidst the books, there is something far more interesting--or rather someone--that catches his eye, stark white standing out against the otherwise dull colors in the room.
   he recognizes her instantly--not that heâs personally met her, but someone very similar to her in appearance. he recalls pale white locks cascading down a much smaller figure, entirely too reminiscent to the woman before him to be coincidence, and the knowledge that there is an elder schnee sibling belonging to atlasâs military... but what would atlas military be doing here?Â
   furthermore, would she recognize him? heâs positive heâs been on the news, both during the vytal festival incident, and during the fall of beacon--but that doesnât mean sheâs seen him or knows what heâs done, who he is. then again, it may not even matter if she isnât who he thinks she is, but he has a hunch heâs not wrong. he supposes thereâs only one way to find out.
   â youâre.. â heâs hesitant to say her name, hesitant to let her know that he's even there in case she starts asking who he is in return, or worse, already knows. the last thing he needs is a possible schnee summoning a giant enemy in such an inclosed space, but he wants answers.
   â .. you wouldnât happen to be atlas military, would you? â
