[She asks him to lie to her, and for a moment, he wishes he could be more like Ozpin. He wishes he could tell her what she wants to hear in a soft, warm voice with kindness in his eyes, and think it a mercy.
He doesn't even bother to try. His own edges are too jagged and rough; it'll come off insincere at best, actively condescending at worst.]
i'm not a very good liar these days, emerald you learn to live with the pain, though and there's more than just pain ahead i can promise that much, at least
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He doesn't even bother to try. His own edges are too jagged and rough; it'll come off insincere at best, actively condescending at worst.]
i'm not a very good liar these days, emerald
you learn to live with the pain, though
and there's more than just pain ahead
i can promise that much, at least