Oh, yes, very much! You see, I'm the sort of person who, if I'm to keep going, needs a reason.
[The answer comes swiftly and without hesitation.]
In my own world, I was a servant of the Rainsworth family, and they treated me as one of their own. In this one, I arrived with a bunch of the kids I was watching over as they engaged in their world-saving. Taking care of them has been my "reason" here. But, they've almost all returned to the sea one by one, and I've not seen hide nor hair of a Rainsworth in all this time. Things were really starting to feel pretty pointless, you know?
Mm, but -- Miss Ange and I have become very close in our time here, thanks to some shared pains and a great many feelings in common. She and I are family now as much as I was ever family to my Rainsworths. Because of that, although nobody can ever replace anybody else, to be chosen to come and look after her here -- to be given a new reason -- feels a great deal like coming home.
[It's unlike Break to natter so openly like this. Not a bit of it is a secret. He just doesn't usually drop so much so easily onto people he just met five minutes ago. That's the corruption at play. But if Blake watches closely, she'll catch some glimpses of the man underneath. His expression settles into something undeniably tender as he speaks. The strange glow to his eye dims somewhat, revealing a proper red the same shade as Qrow's. His movements become less frenetic, giving him less of of the feel of a bird with a french fry and turning him into something graceful and elegant.
He's entrenched in this place too deeply for the corruption to be lifted so easily, and he'll be back to his Mad Hattering in short order. But in the end, Break will be the first of the three to return to his senses. Grief causes the corruption in him, and the love of those he cares for is what soothes it.]
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[The answer comes swiftly and without hesitation.]
In my own world, I was a servant of the Rainsworth family, and they treated me as one of their own. In this one, I arrived with a bunch of the kids I was watching over as they engaged in their world-saving. Taking care of them has been my "reason" here. But, they've almost all returned to the sea one by one, and I've not seen hide nor hair of a Rainsworth in all this time. Things were really starting to feel pretty pointless, you know?
Mm, but -- Miss Ange and I have become very close in our time here, thanks to some shared pains and a great many feelings in common. She and I are family now as much as I was ever family to my Rainsworths. Because of that, although nobody can ever replace anybody else, to be chosen to come and look after her here -- to be given a new reason -- feels a great deal like coming home.
[It's unlike Break to natter so openly like this. Not a bit of it is a secret. He just doesn't usually drop so much so easily onto people he just met five minutes ago. That's the corruption at play. But if Blake watches closely, she'll catch some glimpses of the man underneath. His expression settles into something undeniably tender as he speaks. The strange glow to his eye dims somewhat, revealing a proper red the same shade as Qrow's. His movements become less frenetic, giving him less of of the feel of a bird with a french fry and turning him into something graceful and elegant.
He's entrenched in this place too deeply for the corruption to be lifted so easily, and he'll be back to his Mad Hattering in short order. But in the end, Break will be the first of the three to return to his senses. Grief causes the corruption in him, and the love of those he cares for is what soothes it.]