[See, this is why Ange is his favorite of Qrow's brat horde. At first, when she praises him so, Break starts looking decidedly grossed out. All she is doing is pointing out something that is completely true, always has been, and always will be. And yet, having these traits in particular noticed and honed in on makes him feel unpleasantly exposed, like she's stumbled upon something embarrassing.

But right as he's about to grumble that she needn't say it in such a disgusting way, she saves it with her customary grouchiness. Break fidgets like a bird with ruffled feathers for a moment, and settles down.]

You needn't worry. I promise you I'm a properly wretched human being otherwise.

[He was a knight once, long ago, which is the real explanation. Even here, though, where it isn't so terrible to be a little chatty about the past, using the kn-word in relation to himself feels a lot like blasphemy. White Alice claimed he still is her knight, when they first arrived in this place. But it made him uncomfortable enough that she offered to knock it off herself, without being asked.

The memory begins to fade out properly, going dim in places. It's refreshing to see it go black, honestly, like ink spilling and spreading. It wouldn't have been a shock if the imagery had crumbled around them instead, like various other dimensions have done around him in the past.]

We have reached a conclusion, I think. Then -- shall I bid you goodnight, Miss Ange?