John, obviously, has no idea what he's actually talking about. The fact that he's deadpanning sarcastically through the situation makes perfect sense, of course -- he'd do the same if their positions were reversed -- but something about it feels infuriating in this moment. Qrow's tempted to shake his own goddamn shoulders in frustration.]
No, you don't get it. He wanted me to know this because you already called it. The first god damned time we talked. I thought you just reminded me of him, but it's so much more ridiculous than that. I bet if I asked how you became a god, you'd tell me some fucked up story about getting dragged into something way bigger than yourself, chosen as some kind of savior for humanity you never asked to be, and then you were stuck? And then maybe you'll tell me your immortality permanently fucked up how you deal with people, because everyone else fades away and you're not going anywhere, maybe even if you wanted to?
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John, obviously, has no idea what he's actually talking about. The fact that he's deadpanning sarcastically through the situation makes perfect sense, of course -- he'd do the same if their positions were reversed -- but something about it feels infuriating in this moment. Qrow's tempted to shake his own goddamn shoulders in frustration.]
No, you don't get it. He wanted me to know this because you already called it. The first god damned time we talked. I thought you just reminded me of him, but it's so much more ridiculous than that. I bet if I asked how you became a god, you'd tell me some fucked up story about getting dragged into something way bigger than yourself, chosen as some kind of savior for humanity you never asked to be, and then you were stuck? And then maybe you'll tell me your immortality permanently fucked up how you deal with people, because everyone else fades away and you're not going anywhere, maybe even if you wanted to?
[Another bitter bark of a laugh.]
C'mon, tell me how fucking close I am.