["I couldn't bear to lose you, too, after everything." It feels like she's being pulled out of the depths of her misery on a line when she hears that. And it comes just as sudden in reality- there's a brief moment where he limbs had been held so firmly and all the pressure let's loose all at once. She fidgets and shifts to keep an awkward sort of balance, leaning in a little harder against her uncle to steady herself.]

It was a little selfish. Wasn't it?

But- I wouldn't want to loose you either, Uncle Qrow.

You. And everyone else there, and here. They mean the world to me.