[He pauses, blinking a little at the absurdity of it. "His family", as though the ones he's thinking of specifically actually existed. Well, maybe in some realm they actually do. Remnant Regnards. After all, both his world and Ange's acknowledge that all of these universes are possible and probably tied together in some fashion. Break believes that's how Trench is able to pull people in from so many other worlds, too, though he doesn't bother to think about it much.]
...I only -- lived the one little bit, but...I knew my own story, you know? We were from there, and most all of us military. I imagine it's the closest thing the dream could sort out to my real family having produced knights for so many generations. I did not...thrive, in that setting, and...as a young man there was a certain incident wherein my involvement got a great many people killed. Less reprehensible than the truth of things, I suppose, but enough that I felt a need to leave Atlas entirely. And, of course, you know how Ozpin is about collecting listless strays.
[He gives no indication that he intends to elaborate on "the incident", but Qrow knows the real story, so there's no doubt he can detect the parallels anyway. A fighter brought up to do great and noble things from childhood, carrying on family tradition, only to bungle it all somehow and come out of the other side of things thoroughly fallen and with blood on his hands. But then, caught by someone who could give him a reason to keep going, and gave him a chance to accept it on his own terms.
It all checks out. And it's no surprise his story would manifest in such a way in this fake Remnant, really. He and Qrow have always been terribly alike in all the ways that matter most.]
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[He pauses, blinking a little at the absurdity of it. "His family", as though the ones he's thinking of specifically actually existed. Well, maybe in some realm they actually do. Remnant Regnards. After all, both his world and Ange's acknowledge that all of these universes are possible and probably tied together in some fashion. Break believes that's how Trench is able to pull people in from so many other worlds, too, though he doesn't bother to think about it much.]
...I only -- lived the one little bit, but...I knew my own story, you know? We were from there, and most all of us military. I imagine it's the closest thing the dream could sort out to my real family having produced knights for so many generations. I did not...thrive, in that setting, and...as a young man there was a certain incident wherein my involvement got a great many people killed. Less reprehensible than the truth of things, I suppose, but enough that I felt a need to leave Atlas entirely. And, of course, you know how Ozpin is about collecting listless strays.
[He gives no indication that he intends to elaborate on "the incident", but Qrow knows the real story, so there's no doubt he can detect the parallels anyway. A fighter brought up to do great and noble things from childhood, carrying on family tradition, only to bungle it all somehow and come out of the other side of things thoroughly fallen and with blood on his hands. But then, caught by someone who could give him a reason to keep going, and gave him a chance to accept it on his own terms.
It all checks out. And it's no surprise his story would manifest in such a way in this fake Remnant, really. He and Qrow have always been terribly alike in all the ways that matter most.]