She is a very kind girl. He does appreciate it. He lets her take his weight as he steadies himself again, and follows her gaze as it falls to her hip—
She has the Lamp.
All at once, he remembers. Snow and shouting; Jinn's amused little smile; Salem, young and beautiful, close enough to touch. His daughters. The millenia of failure after failure. Qrow.
And after that: the place he'd shut himself away, such that everything went distant and hazy. Such that he could almost stop feeling it. Yes, he remembers.
The pause drags long; he has been looking at the Relic, not the girl, through the whole of it. He shuts his eyes.
"Ruby." His tone has gone from polite and distant to something heavier, more raw, all at once. He sounds much more lucid, and deeply sad. "Yes, I remember."
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She has the Lamp.
All at once, he remembers. Snow and shouting; Jinn's amused little smile; Salem, young and beautiful, close enough to touch. His daughters. The millenia of failure after failure. Qrow.
And after that: the place he'd shut himself away, such that everything went distant and hazy. Such that he could almost stop feeling it. Yes, he remembers.
The pause drags long; he has been looking at the Relic, not the girl, through the whole of it. He shuts his eyes.
"Ruby." His tone has gone from polite and distant to something heavier, more raw, all at once. He sounds much more lucid, and deeply sad. "Yes, I remember."