It's not Ozpin's job either, Oscar. You can't fix everything for everyone, as much as we want to try.
[She raises her eyebrows. It's another one of these moments where he seems all of fifteen and several thousand years old all at the same time.]
I know you saw something worth trying to help in Maul, and I think it's wonderful you tried to help him. I really thought he was trying to do better too. I had a lot of hope there for a little while. I never expected it to come to this.
I've got some wards I can try to get Tara to put up.
[She sighs. She has struggled with her lack fo ability to do magic since her arrival in Trench, but this is worse. This feels particularly defenseless in the face of a particularly dangerous enemy.]
[At first Oscar didn't say anything. He sat with the suggestion in silence, staring blankly at the nearby wall while he thought over his choices since he left the farm. Fixing everything for everyone.... was a compulsion, he knew. Partly born of uncertainty-- but partly born of his own Wizard Problems.
Soon enough, he heaved a sigh.]
...I know. That's not so easy for me.
[Not now, or anymore. The influence of millennia spent trying redirect fate was there, and he didn't know how to balance it.]
There is someone honorable in there, Willow. Someone who doesn't deserve the treatment we gave Salem.
[Someone had been waiting everytime she revived-- and she had been slaughtered in those fitful moments of helplessness with the same precise cruelty she had wrought upon Remnant until there was no way she could harm anyone in Deerington for a very long time.]
But, that doesn't matter right now. I can help with the wards, if you show me how. It's blood magic, right? I haven't worked with it much, but I know the idea...
...I can't touch any of the magic from Remnant anymore. Not really. But, it's different. Your magic was more similar to what's here, wasn't it?
Of course it's hard. Oscar, you're one of the kindest, most compassionate people I know. I just...
[It's not lost on her that he's very nearly the same age as Dawn, and sometimes it's hard not to want to look out for him the same way.]
Sometimes I worry you put too much on yourself, that's all. You don't have to carry the weight of the whole world on your shoulders. Not here. Not any more. And certainly not alone, okay?
[She shrugs a little as she comes back around to the conversation of magic.]
Well... Tara can still use the same spells I could at home, and in Deerington. Blood magic is pretty similar, except, you know. Some, uh, key ingredients. At home, that was a way more dangerous branch of magic, and shouldn't be taken lightly. You said you didn't want to get into using magic, though. It's okay to leave that to me and Tara, and we've got Ange and Shannon too.
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I'll do my research. There's gotta be something we can do.
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[She raises her eyebrows. It's another one of these moments where he seems all of fifteen and several thousand years old all at the same time.]
I know you saw something worth trying to help in Maul, and I think it's wonderful you tried to help him. I really thought he was trying to do better too. I had a lot of hope there for a little while. I never expected it to come to this.
I've got some wards I can try to get Tara to put up.
[She sighs. She has struggled with her lack fo ability to do magic since her arrival in Trench, but this is worse. This feels particularly defenseless in the face of a particularly dangerous enemy.]
We'll all have to be a lot more careful now.
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Soon enough, he heaved a sigh.]
...I know. That's not so easy for me.
[Not now, or anymore. The influence of millennia spent trying redirect fate was there, and he didn't know how to balance it.]
There is someone honorable in there, Willow. Someone who doesn't deserve the treatment we gave Salem.
[Someone had been waiting everytime she revived-- and she had been slaughtered in those fitful moments of helplessness with the same precise cruelty she had wrought upon Remnant until there was no way she could harm anyone in Deerington for a very long time.]
But, that doesn't matter right now. I can help with the wards, if you show me how. It's blood magic, right? I haven't worked with it much, but I know the idea...
...I can't touch any of the magic from Remnant anymore. Not really. But, it's different. Your magic was more similar to what's here, wasn't it?
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[It's not lost on her that he's very nearly the same age as Dawn, and sometimes it's hard not to want to look out for him the same way.]
Sometimes I worry you put too much on yourself, that's all. You don't have to carry the weight of the whole world on your shoulders. Not here. Not any more. And certainly not alone, okay?
[She shrugs a little as she comes back around to the conversation of magic.]
Well... Tara can still use the same spells I could at home, and in Deerington. Blood magic is pretty similar, except, you know. Some, uh, key ingredients. At home, that was a way more dangerous branch of magic, and shouldn't be taken lightly. You said you didn't want to get into using magic, though. It's okay to leave that to me and Tara, and we've got Ange and Shannon too.