It'd be almost comical the nerve Fiddleford manages to strike without really even knowing what's going on or who he's talking to, if it weren't also ... just kind of sad. When the man says Qrow could've just left him by the train he looks for a moment as though he's been slapped in the face before his shoulders start to shake and it's unclear what's about to happen next, maybe even to him.

"Heh, maybe I should have. I mean, I've already wasted my whole damn life doing this, right? What's leaving one person to die when the whole planet's doomed?"

He buries his face in a hand, still shaking. He sounds like a man on a precipice of some kind, dangerously clinging to the edge by his fingernails.

"Do whatever the fuck you want."