He bears with her through the stumble, and hopes she does not ask too directly; he's not sure he could provide satisfying answers to her questions, nor deflect them neatly. It is all such a tangle. And he cannot necessarily lean back on the excuse of being a feeble old man. His hands are unwrinkled.
He's Ozpin. Professor Ozpin.
"Yes, I suppose I did." It is reassuring to have this to hold onto. It puts some pieces in order: the war is ended, the world is at peace, he is no longer king. "Beacon Academy."
Beacon fell. He realizes it in a horrible jolt, the moment he says the word, and now it is his turn to miss a step as his breath catches. He remembers the dying Fall Maiden, the battle in the vault, and— his family's farm in Mistral.
No, that only confuses things again.
"Well, I appreciate the assistance, Miss...?" He is so close to it.
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He's Ozpin. Professor Ozpin.
"Yes, I suppose I did." It is reassuring to have this to hold onto. It puts some pieces in order: the war is ended, the world is at peace, he is no longer king. "Beacon Academy."
Beacon fell. He realizes it in a horrible jolt, the moment he says the word, and now it is his turn to miss a step as his breath catches. He remembers the dying Fall Maiden, the battle in the vault, and— his family's farm in Mistral.
No, that only confuses things again.
"Well, I appreciate the assistance, Miss...?" He is so close to it.