[ Qrow saw her too, as Oz hoped he'd only imagined her: peach-pale skin, green eyes, desperate and human. She had been real. She had been really her.
Qrow rescued her. He set her free.
For a horrible moment, Ozpin despairs over that mistake.
They could have left her there. They could have kept her shut away in a little concrete room, battering herself bloody against the walls, and he cannot say whether it would be deserved— it isn't, it never has been— but it would have been safe. If she is here and free, he knows what she will do to him. He knows how she will find the little life he's built and pry it slowly, brutally apart. She will burn his things and slaughter his people and she will do it all without an instant's hesitation, without a moment's regret, she will do it just to let him know she can.
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Qrow rescued her. He set her free.
For a horrible moment, Ozpin despairs over that mistake.
They could have left her there. They could have kept her shut away in a little concrete room, battering herself bloody against the walls, and he cannot say whether it would be deserved— it isn't, it never has been— but it would have been safe. If she is here and free, he knows what she will do to him. He knows how she will find the little life he's built and pry it slowly, brutally apart. She will burn his things and slaughter his people and she will do it all without an instant's hesitation, without a moment's regret, she will do it just to let him know she can.
For far too long a while, Ozpin does not reply. ]