[ Qrow presses, and Ozpin begins to regret this conversation. It is, as expected, not a comfortable one. He so rarely feels this thoroughly cornered, because he so rarely feels this thoroughly seen. ]
In essence. [ His tone has gone a little stiff, edging defensive. But it begins to bleed out of him in a slow exhale, after.
He cannot help but think of Ford in that dark tunnel, all vulnerabilities bared, listening to what Ozpin had to say. ]
Should the opportunity arise... I suppose the situation could benefit from an attempt at connection, however slim the odds.
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In essence. [ His tone has gone a little stiff, edging defensive. But it begins to bleed out of him in a slow exhale, after.
He cannot help but think of Ford in that dark tunnel, all vulnerabilities bared, listening to what Ozpin had to say. ]
Should the opportunity arise... I suppose the situation could benefit from an attempt at connection, however slim the odds.
[ Translated: he'll try. ]