A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I'm pleasantly surprised to see so many agree with me on the topic of the harassment and abuse of men.

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"Hey Weiss, what are you still doing in bed? I thought you wanted to come with me today?"

Jaune, fully armed and armored as he was, yelped and ducked out of the doorway to Team RWBY's room as a volley of thrown pillows and harsh language from four young women answered his early morning greeting. Weiss Schnee, beautiful glamorous Huntress, diva, and paragon of comportment, loudly smacked her lips as she sat upright and turned her bleary eyes to focus on the interloper. Her loose hair was askew and a small drop of drool glistened on the corner of her mouth.

"Jaune? Why izzit… you're too early!"

He peeked his head around the doorframe, and when he was met with no incoming fire, shamefacedly slunk back into the room. "Yeah, I forgot to mention," he said apologetically, scratching the back of his head. "It's a little more involved than it looked at first. I'm sorry. If you want, I can go alone -"

"No!" interrupted Weiss. She stood quickly. The last thing she wanted was to leave Jaune alone to face down those filthy harlots, not without her making one more appearance to lay down the law. "I can be ready quickly. Five minutes? Ugh, no time for the braid…"

"Why don't you just leave it down?" Jaune offered. "It looks pretty that way. Oh, you've, uh, you've got something on your face there." He reached out and brushed his thumb on the corner of her mouth, wiping off the spot of spittle there. Weiss colored at the surprisingly tender gesture, but she then paled as she realized the state in which he was seeing her.

"Out!" she ordered, bodily hustling the young man out the door. She grumbled as she practically threw on her Huntress outfit, silently cursing herself for indulging in so many belts. She ran a comb through her long, silky white hair, getting it into something approaching order while simultaneously brushing her teeth.

"Wow, you're really going?" Yang asked from her own bunk. "You must really have the hots for - hey!" Yang squawked as, without looking away from the mirror where she applied a quick set of emergency makeup, Weiss summoned her miniature Arma Gigas to smack Yang upside the head with the flat of its sword. "What the hell!" the blonde griped as the little knight kept bopping her on the head.

While the troublemaker was preoccupied, Weiss made her escape, slipping Myrtenaster into her belt before stepping into the hallway. "Right," she told Jaune. "We should go quickly."

"Yeah, we don't want to be late."

"That too."

Weiss picked up the pace as a cry of "SCHNEE!" echoed through the hall.

"What was that?" Jaune asked, his hand falling to his sword.

"Don't worry about it."

As they passed the small common area, Jaune picked up a pair of paper cups, each filled with the wondrous, magical decoction known as coffee. He handed one to her, which she just barely managed to avoid greedily snatching out of his hand. Weiss moaned in bliss as, with the first steaming sip of the bean elixer, her weariness faded away and the world became a much more tolerable place.

Beside her, Jaune chuckled. "You know, Ruby was right. I've never seen anyone appreciate coffee quite the way you do."

"Sweet beany goodness…" Weiss practically whimpered with pleasure. "Is that how you knew how I take my coffee?"

"Yup," he nodded. "She used to talk about you, about all of you, back when we were hiking across Anima. Your love of coffee is the stuff of legend now."

Weiss nodded her approval. "When I am queen of all of Remnant, Ruby Rose will be spared," the former heiress declared, her tone lofty. Jaune chuckled again as they walked amiably towards the Bullhead. "So," she began as they boarded the craft, "do you want to tell me what this is all about?"

"Hmm?" Jaune looked over at her as he took a seat. "We're just off to pick up some kids."

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The transport dropped them off a few blocks away from a sector of Mantle that Weiss had recognized as one of the roughest parts of the city. More than once, she had overhead her father joking to his friends that the place should be razed to the ground. The pilot that had set them down had just shook his head ruefully at them before taking off with a haste that was just on the right side of seemly.

"Jaune?" Weiss asked, suddenly quite nervous. "Why would we come here to pick up kids?"

For his part, Jaune looked entirely unphased, walking through the slums with the same jaunty ease as he had back in the halls of the Atlas Academy. "Because this is where they live," he answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

The residents of the first… well, "house" was a strong term for a structure valiantly holding together through nails, cords, and hope. "Dwelling," the residents of the first dwelling on their route were waiting for them outside. A family of Faunus stood outside the front door. The father had a set of magnificent deer antlers, while the mother had a pair of floppy dog ears on her head. Jaune held a hand up for her to wait while he moved closer to speak to the parents. After a brief conversation, he gestured for her to join him, and a small boy with green eyes, black hair, and stubby little antler growths on his head emerged from behind his mother's skirts.

As she grew closer, the little boy gave a cry of alarm and buried his face in his mother's skirt.

Weiss's heart broke.

Had it really come to this? Small children hid in terror at the very sight of Schnee features? No matter what came next during their mission in Atlas, Weiss would never forgive her father.

"Hey."

She tore her eyes from the child to find Jaune standing there in front of her, his hand on her shoulder. "I know it's hard. But there's only one way to begin fixing the damage."

She took a deep breath and dabbed the tears from her eyes. Slowly, she approached the family, and at the father's solemn nod, she squatted down to the child's level. "H-hey there," she said, her voice catching. "My name is Weiss, and I'm a friend of Mister Jaune's."

Slowly, the boy peered out at her. "I ate my veggies," he finally declared. Weiss heard the father give an embarrassed cough.

"Well, that's very good to eat your veggies. Mister Jaune needs to eat more veggies just like you," she said playfully.

"Dad said that if I don't eat my veggies, the Schnee is going to take me away."

If it wasn't so agonizing, Weiss would have found that to be funny as hell. Maybe she could threaten Ruby with that sometime. "Well," she began slowly, "I don't know about all that. I'm here to take you to school, just like Mister Jaune. Here, do you see this?" She pulled out her Scroll and displayed her newly-acquired Huntress license. The boy peered at the glowing picture. "This means that I'm a Huntress. It's my job to protect all the little boys and girls so they can be happy and grow up strong."

He looked at the license and then back up at Weiss. "Well… you don't look evil…"

"That's because she had her morning coffee," Jaune added helpfully. Weiss restrained the urge to smack him as a critical component of Operation: Stop Scaring Small Children.

"Oh," the boy said with dawning comprehension. "Coffee turns the Schnee monster into a, into a person."

"Yup!" Jaune cheerily agreed. Weiss made a mental note to exact swift and horrific retribution on him at the earliest convenience.

"A lot of grown-ups are monsters before coffee," the mother added, her own amusement evident. "Why don't you tell her your name, sweetie?"

"My name is Corran," he said, finally pulling away from his mother. "Corran Horn. I'm going to be a pilot when I grow up!"

"Hey!" Jaune protested. "What happened to wanting to be a Huntsman?"

"That was yesterday," Corran said with a dismissive little wave. Weiss giggled at the deflated expression on Jaune's face.

"We'll need to get going, okay sweetheart?" Weiss asked.

The pensiveness returned to the little Faunus boy's face. "I'm going to come back?"

"Yes, you are," Weiss said, her expression gentle, yet full of firm determination. "Even if Mister Jaune and I have to fight a million, million Grimm, we'll get you back home to your Mom and Dad. I promise."

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They went from home to home, collecting a fair-sized squadron of adorable Faunus children. It helped that, with each house visited, more children had come to a consensus that Weiss wasn't going to eat them, and stood patiently by her as Jaune met with the parents of the next household. To Weiss's dismay, tales of "The Schnee Monster" had spread far and wide. Some said that it would lurk in sewers, where it would lure little Faunus children to be devoured. Others claimed that it was two hundred feet tall and breathed fire. All agreed, however, that the Schnee Monster had a great big mustache, and that, even Weiss couldn't argue.

They had also had to take out a Grimm, a lone, undersized Boarbatusk that had wandered in from a breach in the wall. Jaune had stayed back with the children while Weiss had put on something of a show, culminating in a punchline where her own, much larger Boarbatusk slew the beast by dint of sitting on it and squashing it under its rear-end. This firmly convinced the children that she was, in fact, a Huntress, but she was distressed to discover that more than half of the children reasoned that, because she had protected Faunus, she couldn't possibly be a Schnee.

She was a bit surprised by how much the Faunus in the city seemed to trust Jaune. To be sure, Weiss found that to be a wonderful thing, but it seemed strange for so many to trust someone who had been sent by Atlas, a point that she brought up as they watched their charges file into the single-room building that had been converted into a schoolhouse.

"Well," Jaune shifted uncomfortably. "That's because they didn't exactly send me."

"What?"

Jaune sighed. "I figured out pretty quick that 'raise civilian morale' is code for 'please make them shut up and go away.' The first day, I was a bit surprised that there were so few kids I was supposed to escort, all in the upper-middle class district, and not a one was a Faunus. I asked Blake about it, and it was because…"

"...Because the parents whose children rated a Huntsman escort were the ones who collectively are Somebody enough to make problems for Ironwood," Weiss finished for him.

Jaune looked her dead in the eye. "Everybody is Somebody," he said. "Every last one."

Ba-bump!

Huh. What do you know? Weiss had no idea her heart could flip like that. She felt a strange fluttering in her chest as it hit her just how fundamentally good Jaune was.

"So, Blake got in touch with some friends, who got in touch with her folks, and that's how I volunteered to take these little boogers to school," he continued, reaching down to tousle Corran's hair as the boy trudged passed them in the snow.

"Bye, Mister Jaune, bye Miss Weiss," the young deer Faunus called in farewell. The two Hunters waved goodbye as the last of the children disappeared into the building.

"Why didn't Ironwood do something like that? Or at least make sure some Faunus kids were seen being protected?" Weiss wondered.

Jaune sighed. "I don't think Ironwood's out to get anyone, at least, no one that isn't working for Salem. He's got his eye on the big picture. That's important, don't get me wrong, but… the big picture is made of a whole bunch of little pictures. And I don't think he ever really understood that. It's why it's so easy to kick him around politically." He drew his shoulders up in a shrug, a wry smile on his face. "But the good news is, if we change enough of the little pictures, the big picture will change too. All we can do is the best we can, for as many as we can."

She stared at him for a moment. "Jaune, do you mind if…"

"If what?" he asked. Weiss held out her arms, and Jaune allowed her to pull him into a tight embrace, her arms wrapped around his midsection. She craned her neck up to look at him, the underside of her chin resting against his chestplate.

"Jaune?"

"Hmm?"

I think I fell in love with you, she thought. Instead of saying that out loud, she said "Thank you for being… you."

"Kinda hard to be someone else."

"Shut up, we're having a moment."

"'Kay."

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Weiss crossed her arms as the pair waited at the designated pick-up area for the pack of thirsty moms that she had driven off the previous day. They had made good time as they had collected children from all over the city and seen them safely to school. Her tactical mind recognized that, even as escorting more children than had been mandated was the right thing to do, it also had the side benefit of extensively familiarizing them with the city's layouts and pathways.

Weiss's gaze narrowed as she saw the first of them arrive in their cars, parking nearby to walk over with their children to Jaune. Their smiling and joking with each other came to as abrupt a stop as they themselves did when they saw her standing between them and their quarry.

"You know, you don't have to do this," Jaune reminded her.

"Yes, I do," she retorted. "Besides, this is one of those happy occasions where doing one's duty is a genuine pleasure."

"Just… try not to maim anyone."

Weiss suppressed her grin as the pack worked up the nerve to move closer. The children themselves began to cluster around Jaune while their mothers held a staredown with Weiss. A crumpled poster for Robyn Hill's campaign fluttered in the wind between them. Weiss stood utterly still and impassive as one, the same one with the wine yesterday, stepped forward.

"So what, are you putting a restraining order on him now?"

Weiss scoffed. In her mind, she decided that all of these women, every last one of them, were all named "Karen," and were all the sort to shrilly demand to see a manager for even the mildest perceived slight.

And they all had bad hair, too.

"Well, Karen, I should, but if you touch him again-"

"My name isn't Kare-"

"It doesn't matter what your name is," Weiss snapped. "Because my name is Weiss. Weiss Schnee."

Concerned muttering spread throughout the gathering of assorted randy trollops. Inside, Weiss was smirking. If her father was going to make her name so feared that children literally saw her as the monster under the bed, then she might as well get some use out of it for a good cause.

"Your interactions with Huntsman Jaune Arc will be cordial and professional," Weiss continued, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Any repeat incidents of the sort I saw yesterday will be met with…consequences," she finished with what could only be described as a predatory sneer.

Suddenly, all of those mothers that had spent all that time following, and subsequently harassing, Jaune had all found themselves needed somewhere else. Anywhere else.

"And your casserole was awful!" Jaune just couldn't resist calling out to the fleeing women. He shrugged in apology as Weiss looked at him. "What? It really was."

All Weiss could do was shake her head at the dork.

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As they had started their classes earlier, the Faunus children had finished earlier as well, and sure enough, Jaune and Weiss were there to greet them as they left their improvised schoolhouse. Weiss smiled brilliantly as Corran and another child, a squirrel girl named Myri, ran right up to her.

Who's scaring small children now, Father? Ha!

"Miss Weiss, Miss Weiss!" Corran began. "Are you really going to have babies with Mister Jaune?"

That snatched the smile off Weiss's face with a quickness.

"What?!"

"What's wrong?" Jaune jogged up to her, gaggle of kids following dutifully behind him.

Oh no, she thought.

Corran pressed on, unphased. "Well, Myri said, Myri said that she saw you and him hugging by the door this morning."

"I did," Myri confirmed, her bushy squirrel tail twitching behind her.

"That's," Weiss felt a headache coming on, "that's not how babies are made," she sputtered.

Just… why her?

"Uh-huh!" Myri insisted. "When special friends hug, first they hug, then they kiss, then comes the special friend hug where they lie down. After that, the baby comes," the girl finished helpfully.

"You left out the lien," a different little boy added.

Oh no. Her mind was a brief symphony of "Oh no" in different tones and pitches, spiralling endlessly in crystalline harmonics.

"See, my mom has special friends come over and hug with her all the time, but they need to give her lien for it to work," he said, just a bit dour.

"And now we know something about Hobbie's mom that we didn't know before," Jaune muttered. Weiss stared at him, appalled. How could he be amused at this situation?!

"I don't think Miss Weiss would do the special hug in the street," Corran said.

Bless you, child!

"Thank you, Corran," she said, relieved.

"Because she's a Schnee, and everyone knows Schnees lay eggs," he finished with sage gravity, setting off a chorus of appreciative "ohs" from the other children. "They'd get smooshed by cars."

Jaune lost his struggle to keep from laughing, letting out a deep belly roar that had him clutching his midsection. It came to an abrupt end as Weiss fixed him with a truly withering look, one that had him clamp his mouth shut with an audible pop.

When all else fails, change the subject.

"Why don't you tell us what you learned today?" she asked the deer Faunus, her tone light with just the hint of strain to it.

"I learned that Hobbie's mom does the special hug for cash," he answered with all seriousness.

Weiss felt a vein throb on her forehead. "How about something else?"

Corran tapped his chin in thought. "Want to hear about subtraction?"

"Yes, yes I would!" Weiss jumped on the subject change with more than a little desperate hysteria in her voice. With the subject of her apparent impending reproduction with Jaune now finally, mercifully dropped, the two Hunters led the children back to their homes.

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To Weiss's great satisfaction, the Thirsty Mom pack had been well and truly subdued that morning, quietly retrieving their children and driving off without incident. Jaune let out a sigh of relief when the last mother was finally out of sight. "Thanks for driving them off," he said. "Today's the first day in weeks where I don't feel like I need to bathe in kerosene to get the ick off."

"I'm just glad I could help," she told him. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah," he confirmed. "Ruby actually called earlier, to apologize for not realizing something was wrong."

"It's not her fault," Weiss noted. "She's always been a little…"

"I think it's just hard for her to pick up on social cues."

"Well, add that to the fact that I'm pretty sure she'd be oblivious to anything up to touching if it were directed at her, and it's easy to see how it happened. Still, it's sweet of her to apologize."

"It was," Jaune confirmed. "It's nice to know she cares. I just wish I didn't end up putting more on her plate."

"She wouldn't be Ruby if she didn't care for everyone. Just like a certain someone I know, going around and making sure the Faunus kids are safe."

"Aw, anyone would do that," he said, waving off her praise.

"No, not anyone," Weiss argued."You did. You. You're a good man, Jaune Arc."

He chuckled to himself. "Well, maybe I just gotta keep at it until I believe it," he said to himself.

There were so many things that she wanted to say, that she wanted to read off of her heart and write in the sky for all to see. But she couldn't, and so she had to settle for resting her head on his shoulder as they rode back to Atlas in the transport.

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Of the many sights that could have greeted her upon entering the training room to duel her sister, the last that Weiss had expected to see was said sister, gazing down at her Scroll in obvious amusement.

"Winter? What is it?"

The soldier looked up, her mouth set in a line, but her eyes twinkling with mirth. "Why dearest sister mine, why did you not inform me that you were seeing someone?"

"What?"

Winter showed her the Scroll, where a picture of her from the previous day, balanced on a chair and in Jaune's face, was prominently displayed. The caption read "When you smol and your man tol."

"It's the latest meme going around Huntress circles."

Weiss winced. "Xiao Long?"

"The very same. She said something about payback for a wakeup call?"

Weiss sighed.

"Well, I suppose you could have done worse. He's certainly 'tol,' as the youth these days are apparently saying. Rather broad in the shoulders as well, and actually rather fetching."

Weiss felt a flash of irritation. Winter was making her sound like one of those horrid old women! Sure, Jaune was tall, broad and handsome, but that wasn't what had set her heart into an acrobatic routine. After all, Cardin had been all those things as well, and she would only ever touch him to clout him about the skull!

"It's not like that," she snapped.

"Oh?"

"Did you know there were no Huntsmen assigned to protect the children of the Faunus district?"

Winter rolled her eyes. "That assignment is a joke, meant to placate a group of loud, insistent civilians and keeping them from making things worse."

"There was a Grimm today. Maybe not much of one, but still more than enough to take out a kindergartener or two."

"Really? Where was this?"

"The Faunus District." Weiss closed her eyes. "We were there because Jaune volunteered to be there. And he volunteered because he realized that there were no Faunus children that he had been assigned to watch."

"A...regrettable oversight," Winter began. "But still, well enough for him, I suppose. I can put in a commendation -"

"He didn't do it for a commendation. He did it because he was kind enough to care and dedicated enough to take even the 'joke' jobs seriously. Because that's how he is. He's compassionate and driven, and gentle, and an utter dork, and…"

Silence fell.

"Winter?"

"Yes?"

"How do you know when you're in love?"

All Winter could do was sigh and give her sister a sad little smile. "I'm afraid I wouldn't know."

"I'm sorry."

"Me too."

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Well. A night off. This was novel. Problem was, Weiss hadn't the faintest idea what to do with it. Going to an election party had all of the appeal of mucking a stable, especially when she knew for a fact that her father had some kind of scheme up his sleeve. Going with the Bees to the dance club with Team FNKI was even less appealing, especially since she would be the hopelessly awkward third wheel on the Useless Lesbian Romance wagon.

So all things considered, it was rather perfect timing when Jaune popped in. "Hey, Oscar and I are going to the movies, if anyone wants to-"

"Eeyup." Weiss didn't skip a beat.

Oscar coughed awkwardly into his fist. "Actually, I think I'm just gonna, you know, take five in the dorm room."

Jaune looked down at the boy in concern. "What? What's wrong?"

"Oh, just, you know, uh, Aura...fever," he finished lamely.

"Aura fever?"

"Yeah, Aura fever. Side effect of the Ozpin stuff. Not too serious, but the only treatment is a good, uh, four or five hours of rest. Alone. Uninterrupted." The farmboy-turned avatar gave Weiss a surreptitious thumbs-up, which Weiss returned. She also resolved to buy that boy something nice.

"Yep. So you two just press on without me. And, uh, don't bother calling with the Scroll, that will interrupt the Aura fever breaking process. Just spend four or five hours out there. With Weiss. Focusing on anything but me. Go on, shoo!" A childhood moving farm animals had prepared the short boy well for manhandling Jaune and Weiss out of the room and into the hall. Before he left, Oscar saw Yang and Blake, still in the room, staring at him.

"Wow," Yang said. "That was painful to watch."

"Almost as painful to watch as your dancing," Oscar shot back, before darting from the doorway.

Yang's jaw dropped. "Did I just get burned by the farmboy?"

"I think you just got burned by the farmboy," Blake confirmed.

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"Wait. So if X-Ray and Vav were such close friends, why did they spend the first half of the movie punching each other?"

Weiss and Jaune strolled together in a plaza, with Jaune attempting to explain the byzantine plot structure of the dumb action film they had just watched. They hadn't felt like going back to the Academy so soon, and there were beautiful lights in the plaza. And if Weiss had managed to drape Jaune's arm over her shoulders - on account of the cold, of course - well, that was merely a side effect of their close conversation.

A wonderful, wonderful side effect.

"Well, to get that, you'd have needed to watch the first Hilda solo spinoff movie, which is a sequel to the second Mogar film."

"What."

"Well, that's how an expanded universe works."

"That just sounds like a way to sell more tickets to movies that don't stand on their own merits."

"Oof," Jaune clutched his chest with the hand attached to the arm that wasn't being held captive by the small woman he was conversing with. "That gets me right in my nerdy, nerdy heart."

"You've got a lot of Aura, you'll survive," she said, favoring him with a dazzling smile. "Maybe."

Jaune wondered if she could feel how fast his heart was pounding. Weiss wondered if he noticed the small catch in her breath.

"So," Weiss began, her tone playful. "If I were a Revenger, what would my code name be?"

"Snow Angel," he answered, without hesitation. After a beat, he realized what he'd said. "Aw, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."

"They're not bad memories," she assured him. "I was very… annoyed at the time, but looking back, it's funny." She giggled as she remembered something. "Where did you find that awful sombrero, anyway?"

"Knight's secret!" he declared, puffing out his chest. Their laughter echoed across the plaza. "Still," he said. "I still want to make it up to you for that unwanted attention."

"You know," Weiss fidgeted nervously. "A lot has changed since then. You're different. I'm different. Where we are, and what we're doing with our lives, that's all changed too. So… if you're willing to give it one last shot… it wouldn't be unwanted this time." She forced herself to meet his gaze as she finished speaking, her face burning from nervous embarrassment.

"One last shot, huh?"

"Mmmhmm."

"I'd better make it a good one, then."

"That would be prudent, yes."

"Well," he said, cocking his head a little as he built up his own nerve. "Here goes."

He bent down to kiss her, Weiss raising up on her toes to meet him. His lips were soft and sweet, and his hands large and warm on her waist and between her shoulder blades. As she leaned back to accept his deepening kiss, one of Weiss's feet popped up behind her for balance. She giggled as he dared to slip her just a little tongue. Finally, he pulled back, breaking the kiss as Weiss leaned forward to press against his chestplate. She smiled with all the satisfaction of a well-fed predator as she panted for breath.

"So… how was that shot?"

"Bull's-eye."

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Endnotes: And with that, this story has come to an end. Weiss is victorious on all fronts, driving away the Thirsty, Thirsty Moms and winning the affection of her dorky knight.

When I rewatched the Atlas montage, I noticed that I didn't see any Faunus, at least no obvious ones with tails or horns or whatnot. Now obviously, there could well be a number of innocuous reasons for that, both in-universe and out; there could have been separate schools, maybe they were on their way to meet with more students, it was a throwaway joke so why bother complicating the animation for a three-second gag with someone with horns or extra ears, so on and so forth. But...where's the story in that?

Michel Foucault described the ordering of society as a form of hygienic regimen on the body politic, one where the "unclean" from whom society must be defended are, on the whole, selected on entirely arbitrary means - race, ethnoreligious background, skin color, handedness, nipple inversion, whatever meaningless, stupid and arbitrary grounds for delineating people as being those in the center of the society and those on the margins has, or will be, used. Because people suck. The main point, though, is that in a biopolitical system, the core demographic must be allowed to live, and for that, the margins must be allowed to perish. To see who lives on the margins of a society, look for who rates rescue, and who doesn't. Whose death is an aberrant tragedy that demands systemic correction, and whose death is an expected, even welcome outcome of the system at work.

My own take on the reactionary political trend sweeping the world right now is that the one-two punch of sky-high wealth disparity and looming resource scarcity due to climate change is actively shrinking the size of the core that society can sustain in the manner to which they have become accustomed. Many people who thought themselves to be comfortably in the core are finding themselves on the brink of being left behind the receding bounds of security and are, for a term, freaking out.

In terms of RWBY, think of Mantle. While the human inhabitants know they aren't Schnee-rich, they also didn't expect their livelihoods to be on the chopping block either. Meanwhile, the Faunus are just screwed; when times are good, they are never as good for them, and when times are bad, they're even worse for them. Expect anti-Faunus sentiment and policies from Jacques Schnee. They make for a convenient scapegoat, a constant enemy against which to "contend," and, if push comes to shove, an expendable supply of forced labor. Seen it happen in our own history. Incidentally, being a historian really is no fun sometimes.

Anyways, thank you for reading my fanfiction/TEDtalk.

-Mahina