[ Qrow told him, once, in shouted tones under a broken Deerington sky. If he had been truthful from the start, if he had informed all his unwitting army of their role in the game... I would have stayed.
It is a lovely sentiment. It is not one he had been able to fully believe, at the time. A thread of painful hesitation had held him from that; a hundred lifetimes had made the claim feel so very small, so very distant. Now, in this moment, he thinks he may comprehend it.
The silence stretches long. Then, finally, the dots jump. ]
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It is a lovely sentiment. It is not one he had been able to fully believe, at the time. A thread of painful hesitation had held him from that; a hundred lifetimes had made the claim feel so very small, so very distant. Now, in this moment, he thinks he may comprehend it.
The silence stretches long. Then, finally, the dots jump. ]
That means more to me than I can say.
Thank you, Qrow.
I will try to be worthy of it.