[ The implication that his body would turn to dust, as though he's nothing more than a Grimm, does not help Ozpin's mood. These are the responses of frightened children, thinking they know best from what little they've learned. It will do no one any good to argue with them ad nauseam. He steps forward, telegraphing straight-spined indifference and not a speck of threat, to pass them for the door. ]
Yes, I would hate for anyone to do something they regret. [ He can be forgiven the tone, surely, under the circumstances. ] We'll discuss this later, Willow.
[ He pulls the front door open, and turns in the doorway, to fix Faith with an expression that does not even attempt to be a smile. ]
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Yes, I would hate for anyone to do something they regret. [ He can be forgiven the tone, surely, under the circumstances. ] We'll discuss this later, Willow.
[ He pulls the front door open, and turns in the doorway, to fix Faith with an expression that does not even attempt to be a smile. ]
Welcome to Trench.
[ And he goes. ]