"I see." He doesn't, really, but he's certain he will come to understand in time. Whether he'd like to or not. It is clear enough that this place has magic unlike anything he's encountered, and that in itself is... deeply disquieting.

Ozpin has experienced many things, over the millenia. The prospect of something entirely new, and dangerous, is jarring. He can't decide whether it's a breath of fresh air, or one more burden atop the rest. It's perhaps best not to dwell on.

"It sounds as though death is common here. What exactly are we facing?"

There are no Grimm, he's aware, but there are plainly other things that hunt. And broader dangers beyond that. If Oscar has witnessed death here, he must know what to be afraid of.