Haine sighed, and...knelt. The gun was still trained on the kid, yes, but it seemed as though that cold expression...softened, just a little. But this way, he could speak a little more softly.
"Just defining people as 'weak' and 'strong' doesn't work very well, anyway. Strength comes in more than just being able to tear people apart with your bare hands. I'm guessing...whoever taught you to think this way...they don't know that, or they don't believe it. Their loss." Haine shrugged a little--it wasn't his problem.
"For instance...you could just kill anyone who disagrees with you, but that doesn't really prove they were wrong, just that you're excessively violent. If you want to prove people wrong that way, you have to fight words with words." He wrinkled his nose distastefully at the thought. Ugh, politics. New example, new examplllle...
"Or...it doesn't...really matter about your physical strength. I know..there are people who have all the odds in the worlds stacked against them...have had terrible things happen to them...but for the most part, they're happy. I...think that's the best strength of all...even if you can't fight back, you can adapt, and keep going, and be happy. Sometimes I'm...really jealous."