Yang, I think you'd be a great influence on him. But our father is... oppressive. Whitley can't fight; Winter couldn't teach him behind his back like she could me. He can't get out of that, here or home, and that he's tried at all... He finally told me he wanted to have a teenage rebellion and his idea of doing that was sneaking into my home and eating finger food, and that's a huge step, Yang. That's what my father's like- the kind of person who makes eating tacos something to make you feel fear over.

[ She gives Yang a soft smile- she can't see it since it's voice of course, but she really does mean it. ]

Until Whitley can stand up to him, Whitley's the only one who's going to get in trouble for any of our actions anymore. I don't know if playing a board game that isn't chess is too "beneath a Schnee" or if he's going to get in trouble for hanging out in an amusement park and making an uncool face on the on-ride photo. So yes, I'm a little protective of him. That isn't because of you, Yang. It's because I know what it's like to look in the mirror and only see him and barely remember who I even am. You helped me find that again, but it was only possible because our father wasn't at Beacon. That's why I chose not to go to Atlas in the first place.