[ He... does not expect Stanford to linger in the conversation even this long, truly. The uncertain tension in his shoulders makes even less sense. A wary glare seems more deserved now than it had been in the fall— so where is it?
Ozpin trails behind him, off-kilter, til his brows draw together in sudden tension. ]
Willow spoke with you? [ Then, dawning realization: ] Is this how she was called off the hunt?
[ It's meant to be said with levity, but he cannot get past his surprise. Stanford is the one person genuinely harmed, the only individual he has taken from without the absolution of self-defense. It makes wholly more sense that Willow reached out to coax Ford down once she'd hit upon a solution, and yet he can't make the pieces fit together in that way.
It's foolish of him to ask: Stanford's expression will shutter, he will say No, I told her to kill you, and it will be confirmation of what he has been avoiding all these weeks. And yet.
He is too at a loss to touch the question, which is perhaps answer enough. ]
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Ozpin trails behind him, off-kilter, til his brows draw together in sudden tension. ]
Willow spoke with you? [ Then, dawning realization: ] Is this how she was called off the hunt?
[ It's meant to be said with levity, but he cannot get past his surprise. Stanford is the one person genuinely harmed, the only individual he has taken from without the absolution of self-defense. It makes wholly more sense that Willow reached out to coax Ford down once she'd hit upon a solution, and yet he can't make the pieces fit together in that way.
It's foolish of him to ask: Stanford's expression will shutter, he will say No, I told her to kill you, and it will be confirmation of what he has been avoiding all these weeks. And yet.
He is too at a loss to touch the question, which is perhaps answer enough. ]