[More than any man, woman, or child, wasn't it? The line springs to mind unbidden all of a sudden, and draws a private smirk to his lips. He shakes his head.]
Mm, maybe.
[There's no need to rub it in, but he doesn't jump to some joke to brush off the admittance either; even deep wounds heal eventually, and after all this time, Qrow's at a point where can face those scars without flinching from them.]
Have you talked to him yet?
[With anyone else, it'd be perhaps a foolish question. But perhaps he can be forgiven stating the obvious this time, under their particular circumstances.]
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Mm, maybe.
[There's no need to rub it in, but he doesn't jump to some joke to brush off the admittance either; even deep wounds heal eventually, and after all this time, Qrow's at a point where can face those scars without flinching from them.]
Have you talked to him yet?
[With anyone else, it'd be perhaps a foolish question. But perhaps he can be forgiven stating the obvious this time, under their particular circumstances.]