[The bite was noticeable-- a frosted rime made the words brittle as they fell upon his awareness. Oscar would have looked away if he could. Instead he turned inward in his search for answers.]
It wasn't if no one took the opening, Paul.
[His words were flat and brittle as well, like an old tool that had been forgotten just behind the shed for a season. There was no aggression, nor bite. A touch was enough to make his wall crumble to dust.]
Ruby and Ozpin were on their way. I was buying time for them. Did... did they get out okay?
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It wasn't if no one took the opening, Paul.
[His words were flat and brittle as well, like an old tool that had been forgotten just behind the shed for a season. There was no aggression, nor bite. A touch was enough to make his wall crumble to dust.]
Ruby and Ozpin were on their way. I was buying time for them. Did... did they get out okay?