[That feeling of disgust from Qrow has Break squinting hard, aligning that feeling to the context he has now, and the context he had from Qrow in the first place. They've never discussed Ironwood directly that he can recall, but they had not had the blood bond before, at any time when the war came up. Perhaps, he thinks, now he knows why.]

I was not acquainted with your girls in the dream. However, having spoken with Miss Ruby at length here in Trench, she definitely has "chosen one disease". Definitely, definitely. I thiiiiiiiiiiink...they'd have stayed. Yes.

[His frown deepens.]

...I was one of Ozpin's. Not from the -- not from the start. I wasn't a Huntsman. Rather, he scooped me up into his fold after...

[The continuing befuddlement over the bond solidifies into annoyance. Break possesses many different and distinct forms of annoyance, Qrow will have discovered by now; taking a look at the things that cheese him off is like walking into an ice cream shop and finding an amusing variety of different flavors of the same thing. This one in particular is the petty kind, most often surfacing when someone known for making life difficult for other Sleepers has posted something stupid on the omni network again.]

Bit of a dick, that Ironwood, isn't he? Atlas as a whole, what a stodgy mess.