[ Which is his way of reassuring Ozpin he's getting help in a stubborn "but not from you" way. Ozpin keeps saving him in Deerington, and for a little while James dealt with that by assuming it meant something.
He knows it doesn't, now. His pride is reluctant to have Ozpin come to his rescue yet again. ]
Good news and bad news. One threat is better than two.
[ Oh, yes, he parses that exactly how it's meant. Ozpin, still fresh off his conversation with Jaune Arc, stops to rub his eyes a moment.
He is so quietly, simmeringly, bitterly angry. That James had every chance in the world to do what was right, and he only ever doubled down. He only ever chose the most icily logical path. A city of his own people could not sway his sympathy.
He simply sits here a moment, wishing Mettle did not exist. And hoping that the James Ironwood of home has been leaning so heavily upon it that he has something almost resembling an excuse. ]
Indeed.
Be careful.
[ That is all he has to say. He is glad for the stubbornness, and for Winter. He is not ready to carry James Ironwood home, knowing what he knows. ]
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text; may 5th
Alive.
Fog?
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Likely dangerous. We do not know what threats may be lurking in this mist, and it has blanketed the entire town.
Are you somewhere safe?
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[ Read: no. ]
Anything else immediate?
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Call me if needed.
[ It genuinely takes a moment to place the timeline of the last few days such that he can answer the rest. ]
Salem is dead a third time.
[ She killed Stanford's brother, he does not say. It isn't relevant. She wouldn't have, had I killed her when I had the opportunity. ]
Willow, your neighbor at TRUST, lost her home to an unknown attacker. I suspect Maul. Be cautious.
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[ Which is his way of reassuring Ozpin he's getting help in a stubborn "but not from you" way. Ozpin keeps saving him in Deerington, and for a little while James dealt with that by assuming it meant something.
He knows it doesn't, now. His pride is reluctant to have Ozpin come to his rescue yet again. ]
Good news and bad news. One threat is better than two.
no subject
He is so quietly, simmeringly, bitterly angry. That James had every chance in the world to do what was right, and he only ever doubled down. He only ever chose the most icily logical path. A city of his own people could not sway his sympathy.
He simply sits here a moment, wishing Mettle did not exist. And hoping that the James Ironwood of home has been leaning so heavily upon it that he has something almost resembling an excuse. ]
Indeed.
Be careful.
[ That is all he has to say. He is glad for the stubbornness, and for Winter. He is not ready to carry James Ironwood home, knowing what he knows. ]