[There is a moment, as Ford speaks, that Qrow thinks it's kind of funny they'd have quite a bit in common and not really find out for close to three years. Maybe because that's something else they share -- they are absolutely terrible at talking about themselves.]
I'll be honest, I have no idea what I'd do if I were in your shoes. Raven and I -- didn't exactly grow up in a standard way, let's put it like that. I didn't really know what it was like to ... have your life matter to people, and feel the same way in return, until I went to Beacon, met Oz.
[Until he became part of Team STRQ, his first family. His first real loss.]
I went on plenty of missions by myself, after we lost Summer, but there was always somewhere to come home to, you know? People to do it all for.
[Oz may have taught him to care for humanity at large, but the heart of it was always closer. It's always been about the people he loves and believes in -- whether it's keeping them safe or fighting to defend the ideals they cared about.]
I'd like to think if I was the last one standing in Remnant [a painfully possible if he tries desperately not to dwell on] or if the rest of them went back to the sea here, I could still carry on fighting for the things that mattered to us, but I dunno if I could keep from falling apart.
[If he had no obligations to keep him away from the bottle, would he be able to resist trying to drown that pain again? He doesn't know. It plagues his nightmares, at times.
There's an awkward sort of weight in the air that lingers after that, like he definitely has more to say but isn't sure if he should say it, before he finally speaks up again -- though he doesn't quite look Ford in the eye as he does it.]
...For what it's worth, even if you didn't -- get back with him, our families have been pretty well entangled since Deerington, and all, so. If you ever needed anything....
[Brothers, kill him now. He is not at all equipped to have this conversation properly and he isn't even cursed to keep going this time, he is absolutely screwing this up.]
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I'll be honest, I have no idea what I'd do if I were in your shoes. Raven and I -- didn't exactly grow up in a standard way, let's put it like that. I didn't really know what it was like to ... have your life matter to people, and feel the same way in return, until I went to Beacon, met Oz.
[Until he became part of Team STRQ, his first family. His first real loss.]
I went on plenty of missions by myself, after we lost Summer, but there was always somewhere to come home to, you know? People to do it all for.
[Oz may have taught him to care for humanity at large, but the heart of it was always closer. It's always been about the people he loves and believes in -- whether it's keeping them safe or fighting to defend the ideals they cared about.]
I'd like to think if I was the last one standing in Remnant [a painfully possible if he tries desperately not to dwell on] or if the rest of them went back to the sea here, I could still carry on fighting for the things that mattered to us, but I dunno if I could keep from falling apart.
[If he had no obligations to keep him away from the bottle, would he be able to resist trying to drown that pain again? He doesn't know. It plagues his nightmares, at times.
There's an awkward sort of weight in the air that lingers after that, like he definitely has more to say but isn't sure if he should say it, before he finally speaks up again -- though he doesn't quite look Ford in the eye as he does it.]
...For what it's worth, even if you didn't -- get back with him, our families have been pretty well entangled since Deerington, and all, so. If you ever needed anything....
[Brothers, kill him now. He is not at all equipped to have this conversation properly and he isn't even cursed to keep going this time, he is absolutely screwing this up.]