[Door, schmoor. The true indicator of Qrow being welcome in this household is that there is an indulgent stash of his atrocious junk food in the pantry amidst all the made-from-scratch rich people cooking that goes on in here.
But, Break is Break and he cares about the nuances of tea and snacks very much, so with the other digging into his spicy orange crunchies he selects a smoked tea with a deep, rich flavor that's almost savory. It suits his mood, too, and he sifts through his own snack stash to find the last of the molasses cookies to go with it, made from the one jar of the stuff they were able to scrounge up recently. After everything he just saw, his usual penchants for fruity teas and fluffy vanilla cookies just feel sort of...off.]
Early on, you told me that...it was a surprise that I'd lost an eye and simply done without it, as in Remnant prosthetics are the way of things. I imagine that's how it went for your Yang, too, right...?
[Still looking far away as he, too, settles in, Break's hand rises to his face in an unconscious gesture, as through protecting the one eye he does still have. Poor thing has been through a lot.]
It sounded careless to me when you said it, back then. Lose an arm and attach a new one, carry on. However, thinking of it with these alternate memories so fresh...no, no, it still makes me very angry. A kid who has been through combat school since she could toddle is still just a kid. To knowingly force young ones who had no business seeing fighting with true consequences yet into such an affair, for them to endure the trauma of such a wound when their bodies aren't even fully grown yet, that's...
[He was still very much himself in the "dream". Remnant gave him a great many different perspectives, but it seems he still came to many of the same conclusions. One of those is that throwing kids into a war they had nothing to do with is shit.]
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[Door, schmoor. The true indicator of Qrow being welcome in this household is that there is an indulgent stash of his atrocious junk food in the pantry amidst all the made-from-scratch rich people cooking that goes on in here.
But, Break is Break and he cares about the nuances of tea and snacks very much, so with the other digging into his spicy orange crunchies he selects a smoked tea with a deep, rich flavor that's almost savory. It suits his mood, too, and he sifts through his own snack stash to find the last of the molasses cookies to go with it, made from the one jar of the stuff they were able to scrounge up recently. After everything he just saw, his usual penchants for fruity teas and fluffy vanilla cookies just feel sort of...off.]
Early on, you told me that...it was a surprise that I'd lost an eye and simply done without it, as in Remnant prosthetics are the way of things. I imagine that's how it went for your Yang, too, right...?
[Still looking far away as he, too, settles in, Break's hand rises to his face in an unconscious gesture, as through protecting the one eye he does still have. Poor thing has been through a lot.]
It sounded careless to me when you said it, back then. Lose an arm and attach a new one, carry on. However, thinking of it with these alternate memories so fresh...no, no, it still makes me very angry. A kid who has been through combat school since she could toddle is still just a kid. To knowingly force young ones who had no business seeing fighting with true consequences yet into such an affair, for them to endure the trauma of such a wound when their bodies aren't even fully grown yet, that's...
[He was still very much himself in the "dream". Remnant gave him a great many different perspectives, but it seems he still came to many of the same conclusions. One of those is that throwing kids into a war they had nothing to do with is shit.]