Yeah. Top of the line from good ol' Ironwood, even.
[The tidal wave of sheer bitterness that crashes over the bond as he says that name is truly something, a large scratch in the otherwise somber but steady record of his state of mind in this conversation.
But he does not elaborate, and after Break expresses his anger, Qrow is just quiet for some time, before he sighs.]
It wasn't supposed to be like that. Oz kept the war a tightly guarded secret--only a few of us were ever in on it. Salem blindsided us--she knew how Oz operated, that the Vytal Festival would be too important to cancel without stirring up the same kind of anxiety and panic--and once the Grimm breached Amity...
[He scrubs at his face.]
They're Huntsmen, you know? To not stand and fight, protect their friends and the innocent people who'd gathered there...it'd have been unthinkable. We could've demanded 'em to evacuate or be expelled, and I'd eat my whole scythe if most of 'em didn't stick around and fight anyway.
...But you're not wrong. It should've never gone that far. We fucked up, and they had to deal with it.
[He does not dwell on the war very much, these days, because he needed to be able to bury it or it would drive him mad, but sometimes bits of it come back up to the surface. All the people that were lost over all those centuries, who died believing they were saving the world. The sacrifices and the suffering. All for a war that could never be won, but its loss would mean armaggeddon.]
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[The tidal wave of sheer bitterness that crashes over the bond as he says that name is truly something, a large scratch in the otherwise somber but steady record of his state of mind in this conversation.
But he does not elaborate, and after Break expresses his anger, Qrow is just quiet for some time, before he sighs.]
It wasn't supposed to be like that. Oz kept the war a tightly guarded secret--only a few of us were ever in on it. Salem blindsided us--she knew how Oz operated, that the Vytal Festival would be too important to cancel without stirring up the same kind of anxiety and panic--and once the Grimm breached Amity...
[He scrubs at his face.]
They're Huntsmen, you know? To not stand and fight, protect their friends and the innocent people who'd gathered there...it'd have been unthinkable. We could've demanded 'em to evacuate or be expelled, and I'd eat my whole scythe if most of 'em didn't stick around and fight anyway.
...But you're not wrong. It should've never gone that far. We fucked up, and they had to deal with it.
[He does not dwell on the war very much, these days, because he needed to be able to bury it or it would drive him mad, but sometimes bits of it come back up to the surface. All the people that were lost over all those centuries, who died believing they were saving the world. The sacrifices and the suffering. All for a war that could never be won, but its loss would mean armaggeddon.]