[He is aware that "magic" is something separate, vaguely. Naturally it was Oscar who told him as much. But at that time, Oscar also cautioned him not to talk about it too openly, on the grounds that it was something rare and precious. He assumes it's the sort of thing they wouldn't want enemies to know too much about if they were to show up here, mostly because that's the way he feels about having tricks up his sleeve.

That sort of secret is easy enough to keep, regardless of the reason. So he doesn't correct Qrow here, leaving it at a wan little smile at the mental image of a little black bird flapping around all useless and silly.]

When I was at my worst, I felt as though...my whole body was cracking apart around me, and I was drowning. However, there were still battles that only I was able to fight, and so -- I couldn't let myself fall. I was always thinking, "this body can still move, and so long as I can move, I can fight."

[His omen whines faintly. Break gives him some proper scritches to soothe him.]

Perhaps, for me, it'd be something akin to that. Pulling myself together, right? To become, again...a person who's more a part of the world he's in.