[He hadn't been expecting the apology, honestly. And it brings to mind his conversation with Ruby, and how she'd suggested giving her context from his perspective might help her to understand why everything escalated so sharply back then. Stepping up to offer his support in defending her from Maul is a no-brainer. But the source of that argument is very close to his heart, something it took him seventeen years to confess to his own nieces.

This apology is an olive branch, though, and to shut the conversation down or brush her off would leave things unsettled between them. He doesn't need to be avoiding her when he wants to make sure she's safe, after all, and his blood thrums in agreement, craving harmony with a friend moreso than nurturing a grudge.

After a long silence, he switches the feed to private. At this point, only Tara and Willow are entirely unaware of his Semblance, but he isn't ready to bear his soul so readily to the whole group nonetheless.]

...I might've taken some things personally, too. There's an old superstition in Remnant, about crows being bad luck. I was named after it. My Semblance...it's not like Ruby's, or Winter's. I can't turn it on and off, it's just always there. Bringing misfortune.

[Hurting people without meaning to, as long as he's alive.]