Stanford "Ford" Filbrick Pines (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cryptograms) wrote2020-09-06 03:13 pm
cryptograms) wrote2020-09-06 03:13 pm
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[ Ford isn't sure what to make of the long delay, but he's not sure what to make of a lot of things lately. For once he manages to avoid overthinking it.
The message that he receives is longer than what he's used to getting from Ozpin, and appropriately enough it tells him a great deal. It tells him that Ozpin's forgiveness and desire to discuss the situation in more detail are sincere; and that the discussion of friendship and appreciation and the prospect of meeting for dinner were likely nothing more than well-intentioned lies.
Humiliation squirms inside him again but he shoves it aside. Ozpin isn't acknowledging any of that, so Ford won't either. There's something a little more pressing to address, anyway. ]
I'm sorry, too.
[ And he'll leave it at that. Discussing it further means acknowledging the words that were exchanged the previous day.
The rest is actually easier to talk about. ]
Qrow visited while you were gone.
He confirmed something I've been suspicious of for a while.
And he told me you might choose to not return.
The message that he receives is longer than what he's used to getting from Ozpin, and appropriately enough it tells him a great deal. It tells him that Ozpin's forgiveness and desire to discuss the situation in more detail are sincere; and that the discussion of friendship and appreciation and the prospect of meeting for dinner were likely nothing more than well-intentioned lies.
Humiliation squirms inside him again but he shoves it aside. Ozpin isn't acknowledging any of that, so Ford won't either. There's something a little more pressing to address, anyway. ]
I'm sorry, too.
[ And he'll leave it at that. Discussing it further means acknowledging the words that were exchanged the previous day.
The rest is actually easier to talk about. ]
Qrow visited while you were gone.
He confirmed something I've been suspicious of for a while.
And he told me you might choose to not return.
[ Ah.
There is an unpleasant jolt of surprise when he reads the message, and from there it settles into... a particularly weary unease. Honesty does not come easily to Ozpin. Speaking openly about himself only ever complicates a situation, and he is used to resorting to it only under particularly fraught circumstances. It always means that something has gone wrong.
He does not begrudge Qrow for whatever amount of the story he shared: it was undoubtedly kind of him to warn Stanford that Oz may not be returning. Oz cannot pretend there was no risk of that. There have been times in his life he would have gone in to that peace fully and gladly.
This is not quite one of them. He has promises to uphold, these days. ]
Qrow understands that I have a rather complicated relationship with death.
But I also have a great deal of unfinished business, as it were.
[ This hangs a moment, and then a stab at levity: ]
Rest assured you won't be rid of me that easily.
There is an unpleasant jolt of surprise when he reads the message, and from there it settles into... a particularly weary unease. Honesty does not come easily to Ozpin. Speaking openly about himself only ever complicates a situation, and he is used to resorting to it only under particularly fraught circumstances. It always means that something has gone wrong.
He does not begrudge Qrow for whatever amount of the story he shared: it was undoubtedly kind of him to warn Stanford that Oz may not be returning. Oz cannot pretend there was no risk of that. There have been times in his life he would have gone in to that peace fully and gladly.
This is not quite one of them. He has promises to uphold, these days. ]
Qrow understands that I have a rather complicated relationship with death.
But I also have a great deal of unfinished business, as it were.
[ This hangs a moment, and then a stab at levity: ]
Rest assured you won't be rid of me that easily.
[ It had been one thing to have Qrow tell him that Ozpin wished to die. It's another thing entirely to hear an admission of as much, however indirect, straight from the man himself. There have been moments in Ford's life where he's thought that his own death (or something effectively like it) would be a relief compared to his present circumstances, or that it might be the only means of salvaging a bad situation. There's never been a time when he's wanted it, though; he cannot imagine awakening in Ramona's field of silver grass and choosing to stay simply because he could.
It's heavy, uncomfortable knowledge. If there's an appropriate response to being told that your immortal friend would prefer to not be alive at all, Ford doesn't know what it is. As such, though not really sure he appreciates the attempt at levity he does appreciate what (he assumes) it represents. Things are strange right now and they will likely stay strange for some time, but that strangeness is necessarily bad and isn't necessarily permanent.
At least this isn't the conversation he'd been having with their matchmaker. ]
Thank you.
[ There's a significant pause between that message and the next. Ford is always driven by curiosity - in this moment he still wants to know more - but even he knows it's not exactly appropriate right now. ]
I'd still like to meet in person, but it doesn't need to be about this.
There are some things I should explain as well.
[ He considers adding that it doesn't have to be on Friday and doesn't have to be for dinner, but... no, Ford lacks the confidence needed to make fun of himself like that right now. ]
It's heavy, uncomfortable knowledge. If there's an appropriate response to being told that your immortal friend would prefer to not be alive at all, Ford doesn't know what it is. As such, though not really sure he appreciates the attempt at levity he does appreciate what (he assumes) it represents. Things are strange right now and they will likely stay strange for some time, but that strangeness is necessarily bad and isn't necessarily permanent.
At least this isn't the conversation he'd been having with their matchmaker. ]
Thank you.
[ There's a significant pause between that message and the next. Ford is always driven by curiosity - in this moment he still wants to know more - but even he knows it's not exactly appropriate right now. ]
I'd still like to meet in person, but it doesn't need to be about this.
There are some things I should explain as well.
[ He considers adding that it doesn't have to be on Friday and doesn't have to be for dinner, but... no, Ford lacks the confidence needed to make fun of himself like that right now. ]
[ He expects questions. He expects to be, in this moment, a new oddity to study.
What he gets instead is a Thank you.
Ozpin sits with that in silence, and does not examine what he is feeling. It is something larger and sharper than he wants to grapple with. This is a conversation he expected, upon returning, but not from Stanford. Stanford has none of the background, none of the context, no way to parse that immortality is at best a burden and at worst an agony that some (that she) would tear down the whole world to escape.
Ozpin has thought a great deal about his death. He does not think it will ever come peacefully. It will come as an act of surrender, or defeat, and the casualties will be beyond imagining. Here in Deerington, that is not strictly true: here it is simply a death, no greater or more significant than any other.
Except that he still needs to return to Remnant. Whether he wants to return is irrelevant; there have been stretches of centuries in which Ozpin has not wanted to carry on his mission. He carries it on regardless. If he does not, every man, woman, and child on the planet will die.
He is ready to rest, but not to see the rest of humanity pulled under.
So, finally, Ozpin texts back. ]
It's alright. I think it is time I told you the story and let you ask your questions.
Tomorrow?
What he gets instead is a Thank you.
Ozpin sits with that in silence, and does not examine what he is feeling. It is something larger and sharper than he wants to grapple with. This is a conversation he expected, upon returning, but not from Stanford. Stanford has none of the background, none of the context, no way to parse that immortality is at best a burden and at worst an agony that some (that she) would tear down the whole world to escape.
Ozpin has thought a great deal about his death. He does not think it will ever come peacefully. It will come as an act of surrender, or defeat, and the casualties will be beyond imagining. Here in Deerington, that is not strictly true: here it is simply a death, no greater or more significant than any other.
Except that he still needs to return to Remnant. Whether he wants to return is irrelevant; there have been stretches of centuries in which Ozpin has not wanted to carry on his mission. He carries it on regardless. If he does not, every man, woman, and child on the planet will die.
He is ready to rest, but not to see the rest of humanity pulled under.
So, finally, Ozpin texts back. ]
It's alright. I think it is time I told you the story and let you ask your questions.
Tomorrow?
[ Ford is used to Ozpin opting to simply not discuss himself or his history. He's expecting him to opt for that now. The fact that he doesn't is something Ford is going to have to take time to figure out his reaction to.
But at least he has time. Just the other day he'd been certain he wouldn't be seeing or hearing from Ozpin ever again. He can deal with a little uncertainty in exchange. ]
Tomorrow.
Where would you like to meet?
[ Dinner at Ozpin's is probably off the table, but he doubt their usual cafe is a good place for this conversation. ]
But at least he has time. Just the other day he'd been certain he wouldn't be seeing or hearing from Ozpin ever again. He can deal with a little uncertainty in exchange. ]
Tomorrow.
Where would you like to meet?
[ Dinner at Ozpin's is probably off the table, but he doubt their usual cafe is a good place for this conversation. ]
You're welcome to join me here. We can talk in the library.
[ Stanford's home is not, he thinks, terribly ideal for sitting and having emotionally charged conversations. He'd be unsurprised to find the other Pines men listening in— Dipper seems very intent on his spying— and the couch-slash-bed does not make for elegant seating arrangements.
But then, the library is loaded in its own way, given the night they'd spent there together. He is not making things easy for himself if he intends to tell his story from that same chair, with the both of them pretending not to think of it. Stanford had agreed to the dinner date. They are approaching the point where it will be foolish and juvenile to pretend there is nothing here.
(They may have passed that point some time ago.)
In any case, this is an important conversation to have in a known, comfortable place. He is not cowardly enough to invent a new location simply to meet somewhere free of memory and romantic overtones.
But it comes close. ]
Or we can meet at the pond, if you prefer.
[ Stanford's home is not, he thinks, terribly ideal for sitting and having emotionally charged conversations. He'd be unsurprised to find the other Pines men listening in— Dipper seems very intent on his spying— and the couch-slash-bed does not make for elegant seating arrangements.
But then, the library is loaded in its own way, given the night they'd spent there together. He is not making things easy for himself if he intends to tell his story from that same chair, with the both of them pretending not to think of it. Stanford had agreed to the dinner date. They are approaching the point where it will be foolish and juvenile to pretend there is nothing here.
(They may have passed that point some time ago.)
In any case, this is an important conversation to have in a known, comfortable place. He is not cowardly enough to invent a new location simply to meet somewhere free of memory and romantic overtones.
But it comes close. ]
Or we can meet at the pond, if you prefer.
[ The library... Ford doesn't dislike the library. He has excellent memories of time spent in the library, though that's kind of the problem. It had been a very quiet, relaxed, and (Ford finally allows himself to think the word) intimate evening evening that the two of them spent together. Now they're going back to that same place to have a different, very difficult, very personal conversation instead. And this is after Ford had, the day previous, agreed to a dinner date Friday evening.
The offer to meet at the pond instead is a kind one. Ford gives it significant conversation, even knowing that it involves standing out in the cold and the snow and that both of them would likely be dealing with the last dregs of their death flu. It might even be more appropriate than the library, considering that's where Ford had given Ozpin the portrait of his dead children. ]
The library would be best.
I'll see you tomorrow, Ozpin.
The offer to meet at the pond instead is a kind one. Ford gives it significant conversation, even knowing that it involves standing out in the cold and the snow and that both of them would likely be dealing with the last dregs of their death flu. It might even be more appropriate than the library, considering that's where Ford had given Ozpin the portrait of his dead children. ]
The library would be best.
I'll see you tomorrow, Ozpin.
Hey Ford!
So... How'd dinner go last night????
Deets, Deets, Give me the deets!
So... How'd dinner go last night????
Deets, Deets, Give me the deets!
[For whatever it's worth, Qrow does not beat around the bush, at least. Once the window is opened, he flies inside and shifts back into a person before even searching for a perch of any kind.
It's only once he sees the tissues and medicine boxes and gets a proper look at Ford's face that it clicks for him that Ford had died too. The realization that he's back when Oz is not sends a creeping spike of cold up his spine. It only makes what he's come here to tell Ford all the more likely. He breaks eye contact almost immediately, staring between the blankets and the tv and hesitating. Telling him now feels rather like kicking a man while he's down, but Qrow tries to remind himself it would only be worse the longer he puts it off.
He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair, as he almost seems to squirm in place. There's almost a thread of guilt to his features, here.]
Listen, I've got to talk to you. It's about Oz.
It's only once he sees the tissues and medicine boxes and gets a proper look at Ford's face that it clicks for him that Ford had died too. The realization that he's back when Oz is not sends a creeping spike of cold up his spine. It only makes what he's come here to tell Ford all the more likely. He breaks eye contact almost immediately, staring between the blankets and the tv and hesitating. Telling him now feels rather like kicking a man while he's down, but Qrow tries to remind himself it would only be worse the longer he puts it off.
He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair, as he almost seems to squirm in place. There's almost a thread of guilt to his features, here.]
Listen, I've got to talk to you. It's about Oz.
[ Well, Qrow being here about Oz isn't exactly a shock. Ford likes Qrow just fine - might even call him a friend - but he wouldn't consider them close enough for unannounced house calls unless it was for something important.
Ford has some assumptions about why Qrow might be here, but even through the haze of sickness and medication he spots the unease and guilt in Qrow's expression. It's enough to stop him from stating any of his conclusions out out. Instead he simply nods. ]
Go ahead.
Ford has some assumptions about why Qrow might be here, but even through the haze of sickness and medication he spots the unease and guilt in Qrow's expression. It's enough to stop him from stating any of his conclusions out out. Instead he simply nods. ]
Go ahead.
[It strikes him, suddenly, that he's not sure if Ford even knows Oz died. If not, it's even more cruel to dump this on him, but....he has to start somewhere.]
He's not back yet. I...I don't think he's coming back.
[He considers, halfway through that sentence, softening it. Suggesting that he doesn't know why Oz isn't back, and leaving room for the possibility. But he remembers the agonizing months when Summer was still just "missing" rather than "presumed dead". It's not a kindness to lie to him, and put him through that process of steadily waning hope, of grieving without being sure.]
...I'm sorry.
He's not back yet. I...I don't think he's coming back.
[He considers, halfway through that sentence, softening it. Suggesting that he doesn't know why Oz isn't back, and leaving room for the possibility. But he remembers the agonizing months when Summer was still just "missing" rather than "presumed dead". It's not a kindness to lie to him, and put him through that process of steadily waning hope, of grieving without being sure.]
...I'm sorry.
[ Hearing that Ozpin isn't back yet is fairly alarming all on its own. But I don't think he's coming back makes Ford visibly jolt with unease. ]
What? Why not?
[ If it was something wrong with the resurrection process it should have hit Ford, too - and, more critically, Qrow shouldn't know about it. Which means it's something else, which is... extremely concerning. ]
What? Why not?
[ If it was something wrong with the resurrection process it should have hit Ford, too - and, more critically, Qrow shouldn't know about it. Which means it's something else, which is... extremely concerning. ]
[He has to break Ford's gaze to continue. Reluctance is painted all over his shoulders, the set of his jaw. He does not want to have to say this, or think about this. Doing the right thing here is more painful than he'd like.]
Because he has the choice not to.
[He sighs.]
Oz has wanted to die for a long time. It's never been able to stick, before.
Because he has the choice not to.
[He sighs.]
Oz has wanted to die for a long time. It's never been able to stick, before.
[ Oh.
That's...
Oh.
Ford has suspected for some time now that Ozpin is much older than the 45 years he seems to be, but hearing that Ozpin has wanted to die for a long time throws those suspicions into a new, very alarming light. And the implications of it's never been able to stick just rachtet that alarm up even higher. ]
I... see.
[ He doesn't see, but what else is he supposed to say in response to that? ]
... Will Oscar be alright?
[ Ford doesn't know the full extent of the connection between the two of them, but he does know there's a significant one. If Ozpin might be gone on a permanent basis then his apprentice, as Ford assumes Oscar to be, is probably the person most deeply impacted by it. ]
That's...
Oh.
Ford has suspected for some time now that Ozpin is much older than the 45 years he seems to be, but hearing that Ozpin has wanted to die for a long time throws those suspicions into a new, very alarming light. And the implications of it's never been able to stick just rachtet that alarm up even higher. ]
I... see.
[ He doesn't see, but what else is he supposed to say in response to that? ]
... Will Oscar be alright?
[ Ford doesn't know the full extent of the connection between the two of them, but he does know there's a significant one. If Ozpin might be gone on a permanent basis then his apprentice, as Ford assumes Oscar to be, is probably the person most deeply impacted by it. ]
[He blinks at the mention of Oscar. Qrow isn't sure how much Ford knows about the kid. He's trying to parse from the man's reaction how much he even knew about Oz's immortality. It seems the best to be vague.]
I don't know.
[None of Oz's hosts have been cut off from his soul at any point in the merging process, after all. Qrow is legitimately unsure what losing Oz might do to his soul in the long term. That, however, he keeps to himself.]
He's been handling it alright so far, but it's only been a day. We'll see how it goes.
[There's...a pause. He should leave it at that, and go. Certainly he's not close enough to Ford to comfort him; he barely knows how to cope with all this himself. But that guilt scratches at his ribs again. If he couldn't soften the blow for Ford, maybe the least he can do is soften the landing, just a little bit.]
For what it's worth...it's not you. You meant a lot to him. I haven't seen him light up like that with anyone, as long as I've known him.
[Qrow hadn't known what to make of this man when he'd first started lurking around their interactions, but over time it was readily apparent, how comfortable Oz seemed to be around him. How he cared enough to see Ford after he came back from Remnant, even when normally he'd have hidden himself away to avoid the messy work of explaining his condition. It's why Qrow has come to see him, after all. He is not some run of the mill acquaintance--Oscar, speaking of the kid, had confirmed that himself, months ago.]
But this might be his only chance to be free of what the gods did to him. None of us...could hope to stack up to that.
[There's a strange weight to his tone as he says this. A hurt that's not quite bitterness anymore, but isn't quite not. Qrow cannot find it in him to blame Ozpin for letting this one chance for a final death slip through his fingers, but he still remembers the day in the snow. Remembers the old story revisited over tea, of a callous old wizard who hid from the world, and how he had to be coaxed out, inch by inch, by the kindness and bravery of others. A story they were still living.
Retreat, he'd said, was the closest he came to rest. He has known Qrow for twenty years. He may have known the people of the Circle for longer.
It is not arrogance for him to be certain, without a shadow of doubt, that none of them are quite enough to measure up against the shadow of eternity.]
I don't know.
[None of Oz's hosts have been cut off from his soul at any point in the merging process, after all. Qrow is legitimately unsure what losing Oz might do to his soul in the long term. That, however, he keeps to himself.]
He's been handling it alright so far, but it's only been a day. We'll see how it goes.
[There's...a pause. He should leave it at that, and go. Certainly he's not close enough to Ford to comfort him; he barely knows how to cope with all this himself. But that guilt scratches at his ribs again. If he couldn't soften the blow for Ford, maybe the least he can do is soften the landing, just a little bit.]
For what it's worth...it's not you. You meant a lot to him. I haven't seen him light up like that with anyone, as long as I've known him.
[Qrow hadn't known what to make of this man when he'd first started lurking around their interactions, but over time it was readily apparent, how comfortable Oz seemed to be around him. How he cared enough to see Ford after he came back from Remnant, even when normally he'd have hidden himself away to avoid the messy work of explaining his condition. It's why Qrow has come to see him, after all. He is not some run of the mill acquaintance--Oscar, speaking of the kid, had confirmed that himself, months ago.]
But this might be his only chance to be free of what the gods did to him. None of us...could hope to stack up to that.
[There's a strange weight to his tone as he says this. A hurt that's not quite bitterness anymore, but isn't quite not. Qrow cannot find it in him to blame Ozpin for letting this one chance for a final death slip through his fingers, but he still remembers the day in the snow. Remembers the old story revisited over tea, of a callous old wizard who hid from the world, and how he had to be coaxed out, inch by inch, by the kindness and bravery of others. A story they were still living.
Retreat, he'd said, was the closest he came to rest. He has known Qrow for twenty years. He may have known the people of the Circle for longer.
It is not arrogance for him to be certain, without a shadow of doubt, that none of them are quite enough to measure up against the shadow of eternity.]
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[ 'I don't know' is probably as much of an answer as Ford could have hoped for, so he doesn't try to press for more. Giving Oscar time to sort through his feelings on the subject is probably the best move for now, anyway. Ford will give him a few days and then--
He's not sure, because Qrow's next words take him completely off guard. Ford had been prepared to be blamed, hated, and reviled for his part in Bill's plot. Qrow's guilty kindness is already more than he thinks he deserves. Hearing that he apparently meant a lot to Ozpin, from someone Ozpin himself was quite close to, is...
Ford lifts a hand to rub the back of his neck, letting his gaze slide away from Qrow. He doesn't know what to do with that information. He doesn't even know what to think about it. A week ago this sort of admission would have sent a thrill of excitement through him, but now the knowledge that Ozpin may not ever return just means it makes his stomach churn with guilt. And that comment about the gods, knowing what Ford does about Ozpin's tattoos, isn't reassuring. He doesn't resent Ozpin for not coming back and he doesn't resent Qrow for telling what Ozpin thought of him, but he thinks it probably would have been easier to not know.
Still, he knows it was meant as a kindness. ]
... Thank you, Qrow. I'm not--
[ He cuts himself shakes his head. ]
I appreciate it. If there's anything you need in the future, don't hesitate to ask.
He's not sure, because Qrow's next words take him completely off guard. Ford had been prepared to be blamed, hated, and reviled for his part in Bill's plot. Qrow's guilty kindness is already more than he thinks he deserves. Hearing that he apparently meant a lot to Ozpin, from someone Ozpin himself was quite close to, is...
Ford lifts a hand to rub the back of his neck, letting his gaze slide away from Qrow. He doesn't know what to do with that information. He doesn't even know what to think about it. A week ago this sort of admission would have sent a thrill of excitement through him, but now the knowledge that Ozpin may not ever return just means it makes his stomach churn with guilt. And that comment about the gods, knowing what Ford does about Ozpin's tattoos, isn't reassuring. He doesn't resent Ozpin for not coming back and he doesn't resent Qrow for telling what Ozpin thought of him, but he thinks it probably would have been easier to not know.
Still, he knows it was meant as a kindness. ]
... Thank you, Qrow. I'm not--
[ He cuts himself shakes his head. ]
I appreciate it. If there's anything you need in the future, don't hesitate to ask.
[There is a moment where Qrow wonders what Ford was going to say, there. I'm not-- is the start to so many sentences, many of which he is desperately familiar with. He chooses to let it be, there, rather than press. It is hard enough to handle any of this already, and Qrow knows the weight of what he's had to say doesn't help.]
...Likewise. Take care of yourself.
[He shifts once more into his wings, and the bird is out of his window before anything more can be said.
Should Ford look out his window later that evening, though, he will find a thermos left there. It has no note, or anything else identifying it, save a fallen black feather that sits nearby. Should Ford risk actually consuming some....he will find a pleasant night of sleep awaiting him. One with no nightmares.]
...Likewise. Take care of yourself.
[He shifts once more into his wings, and the bird is out of his window before anything more can be said.
Should Ford look out his window later that evening, though, he will find a thermos left there. It has no note, or anything else identifying it, save a fallen black feather that sits nearby. Should Ford risk actually consuming some....he will find a pleasant night of sleep awaiting him. One with no nightmares.]
How did you know I was at dinner last night?
[ Did Ozpin tell her? Ford didn't think he was the sort to do that but maybe Ford misjudged him. ]
[ Did Ozpin tell her? Ford didn't think he was the sort to do that but maybe Ford misjudged him. ]
[ Huh. Maybe it really was that simple. ]
I suppose you did.
Though it's strange that he talks like they HAVEN'T broken up.
I suppose you did.
Though it's strange that he talks like they HAVEN'T broken up.
[Oh. Right. Ford didn’t know she was sharing a body with Ozpin for a day.
Or that she was the one texting him that day.
Whoops. She can fix this! She knows she can.]
Oh my gosh!!! You guys actually followed through!
That’s adorable!!!
I’m so excited for you, Ford!
Oh right. Questions.
Well
I might have had something to do with Ozpin’s texts that day.
He was really sick and I was helping him let people know he was okay.
Might have gave him a little push to get the courage to ask you.
I’m so glad he did!!! :D <3 <3
Or that she was the one texting him that day.
Whoops. She can fix this! She knows she can.]
Oh my gosh!!! You guys actually followed through!
That’s adorable!!!
I’m so excited for you, Ford!
Oh right. Questions.
Well
I might have had something to do with Ozpin’s texts that day.
He was really sick and I was helping him let people know he was okay.
Might have gave him a little push to get the courage to ask you.
I’m so glad he did!!! :D <3 <3
YEAH, THAT IS KINDA WEIRD.
YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT DENIAL THOUGH. SOMETHING SOMETHING A RIVER IN EGYPT, HE'S A PYRAMID, THERE'S A JOKE IN THERE SOMEWHERE.
YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT DENIAL THOUGH. SOMETHING SOMETHING A RIVER IN EGYPT, HE'S A PYRAMID, THERE'S A JOKE IN THERE SOMEWHERE.
Maybe, 'It's no surprise a pyramid is in denial'?
That was YOU?
[ That explains so much. Ugh, now he feels even dumber for even thinking it was actually Ozpin! ]
[ That explains so much. Ugh, now he feels even dumber for even thinking it was actually Ozpin! ]
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