[ 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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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. ]