[ 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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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.
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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. ]