Ah. It shows more readily than otherwise, now that Ozpin's antlers cant with his movements and telegraph every faint dip of his head: he still feels the shame of that misstep, every time Oscar turns it over between them like a stone. It sits heavy in the air every time.

"That is always the burden of responsibility, when one intends to guide others... or when they look to us, regardless of what we set out to do. Laying the path ahead is no simple thing for those who walk it."

It's made easier by distance, he doesn't say; or, at least, it's supposed to be.