Ozpin doesn't bother to fight Ford about being tall, for some reason, which of course only serves to make Ford even angrier - because of course Ozpin thinks he's too good for something like this. On the other hand, it also makes something that feels suspiciously like embarrassment start to bubble under the surface. Thus, he drops the matter of Ozpin's height in favor of making his way to the closet.

It's with perfect timing, too, because Ozpin's question has all previous emotions dialing back to a much more manageable simmer. In their place comes a tired mix of regret, resignation, and sorrow.

"Oscar and Willow died." He knows Ozpin must know about the former, but the later might be new information. Regardless, he doesn't try to soften the blow as he delivers the news. "I went after the person responsible. I killed him, but I couldn't get away before he returned the favor."

The Aura pin had bought him a second or two, but even that wasn't enough.