Qrow realizes how that sentence was going to end, and the part of him that was raised a bandit is feeling Real Murdery right about now. Qrow unquestionably hates himself; he thinks awful things about himself on a regular basis--that he's a burden, a nuisance, a curse, someone his loved ones and the world at large would likely be better off without. Someone. Personhood was a line not even the bandits crossed.
The softness fades from his tone, replaced by anger. But it's the kind of anger you feel when something's burned you to the core, something you cannot let stand for a single instant.]
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Qrow realizes how that sentence was going to end, and the part of him that was raised a bandit is feeling Real Murdery right about now. Qrow unquestionably hates himself; he thinks awful things about himself on a regular basis--that he's a burden, a nuisance, a curse, someone his loved ones and the world at large would likely be better off without. Someone. Personhood was a line not even the bandits crossed.
The softness fades from his tone, replaced by anger. But it's the kind of anger you feel when something's burned you to the core, something you cannot let stand for a single instant.]
Of course you're a fucking person.