(Wilbur's POV)
Those eyes . . .
Scarred eyes . . .
Familiar eyes . . .
The eyes of a man who has died before . . .
A man unphased by death . . .
Cold eyes . . .
Calculating eyes . . .
Those eyes . . .
Familiar eyes . . .
(3rd Person POV)
Wilbur and Ozpin were now in having tea in Ozpin's office.
"Tell me . . . It's not any question one justs asks out of nowhere."
"Your eyes."
"My eyes?"
"Yes, exactly, your eyes. A picture tells a thousand words, but your eyes tell a thousand stories. Stories about death and destruction, but also about struggle against such evil."
"Hmm . . . What's your favorite fairy tale?"
"Ever hear of Animal Farm?"
"No, I don't believe I have."
"It tells the story of a group of farm animals who rebel against their human farmer, hoping to create a society where the animals can be equal, free, and happy. Ultimately, the rebellion is betrayed, and the farm ends up in a state as bad as it was before, under the dictatorship of a pig named Napoleon."
"That seems kind of bleak."
"It is, but my favorite part is, just as, and just as the story ends, Napoleon turns human, showing his true skin. Though there was little difference in the first place. What's my favorite tale have to do with my question?"
"There's always truths in legends and more stories in those truths."
"Interesting . . . Well then, what's your story?"
~π~
"Now," Ozpin handed him a phone looking device, "here's your scroll, you'll need it to get into your dorm."
"Thank you very much sir."
With that, Wilbur left down the elevator.
"This is an interesting development, I wonder how this will turn out."
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Never meant to be . . . (Wilbur Soot x RWBY) Volume One
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