[Willow is quiet for a long moment, contemplative. If she was unsure where she stood with Tara after her death, and Tara choosing to remain with Faith instead of coming home upon her return, she is even more unsure where they stand after their confessions in the catacombs.]
I'm not sure she even wants my help.
[It's said softly on the breath of an unhappy sigh. Is Faith really the person she wants to voice her insecurities to? There was a time that it was a hard no, but Willow suspects now that Faith probably understands better than a lot of people would.
She dismisses the thought with a shake of her head, deciding instead to put her focus on the problem at hand.]
Ozpin already knows about her power. His theory is, because it's Trench, that it's something she has to figure out for herself instead of something we can, you know, fix for her. I don't think either one of us has much of a chance of convincing her to talk to a necromancer who won't even tell us what his real name is for help.
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I'm not sure she even wants my help.
[It's said softly on the breath of an unhappy sigh. Is Faith really the person she wants to voice her insecurities to? There was a time that it was a hard no, but Willow suspects now that Faith probably understands better than a lot of people would.
She dismisses the thought with a shake of her head, deciding instead to put her focus on the problem at hand.]
Ozpin already knows about her power. His theory is, because it's Trench, that it's something she has to figure out for herself instead of something we can, you know, fix for her. I don't think either one of us has much of a chance of convincing her to talk to a necromancer who won't even tell us what his real name is for help.