Is it finished? is a good and focused question with an unpleasantly vague answer.
"I don't know." He sounds as frustrated as he feels. "A week ago I would have said he'd be the sort to call us even. It's not like either of us chose a peaceful method."
He'd guess that being ripped apart by your own atoms disagreeing about which side of reality they should exist on is probably more painful than your heart exploding, but the latter had still left Ford agonizingly aware for several long moments before the rest of his body caught up to the fact that he was dead. That seemed like tradeoff Sasha might call fair.
"But i wouldn't have guessed he'd try something like this - and I don't think he's just going to leave it."
He has no real answers, as usual.
But he'd rather not address that out loud. Instead he focuses on getting them dressed, stubbornly seeking out the least fancy, least green things he can find. He's determined to not have to ask Ozpin for help (the thought of ceding even the tiniest amount of control to him has a thread of panic skittering across his thoughts) but just ends up being annoyed when he remembers everything well enough to not have to ask for assistance anyway.
cw: references to existential horror, gore, death
"I don't know." He sounds as frustrated as he feels. "A week ago I would have said he'd be the sort to call us even. It's not like either of us chose a peaceful method."
He'd guess that being ripped apart by your own atoms disagreeing about which side of reality they should exist on is probably more painful than your heart exploding, but the latter had still left Ford agonizingly aware for several long moments before the rest of his body caught up to the fact that he was dead. That seemed like tradeoff Sasha might call fair.
"But i wouldn't have guessed he'd try something like this - and I don't think he's just going to leave it."
He has no real answers, as usual.
But he'd rather not address that out loud. Instead he focuses on getting them dressed, stubbornly seeking out the least fancy, least green things he can find. He's determined to not have to ask Ozpin for help (the thought of ceding even the tiniest amount of control to him has a thread of panic skittering across his thoughts) but just ends up being annoyed when he remembers everything well enough to not have to ask for assistance anyway.