Again and again. That is troubling, almost as much as the concept of people fragmenting with each return. Ozpin has so very many parts of himself to lose, and they are all muddied together beyond recognition. His existence, his mind, sometimes feels like a very tenuous balance maintained by a hundred murmuring voices. If he looks too closely inward, it becomes increasingly difficult to know who he is. The risk of having that unspooled—

Better not to find out what it would do firsthand.

"Hm. It certainly sounds best avoided." His tone is level as ever, but he is thoroughly disturbed by this risk. And then something even more surprising: "Ghosts?"