“ You're just as deluded as he is. ” and it's out before he can stop it. He's only half-unsure where it comes from. “ No, really. You're perfect for each other. ”
It hangs in the air like smoke after a long - extinguished fire, or an unsaid feeling. His flask, now forgotten, guzzles a kind of transparency unto the floor. Qrow pays it no mind. “ You're exactly what he wants — a yes - man. Someone to blindly and violently say "yes" to his every idiotic proposal. ” He pretends he isn't drunk, because he isn't drunk. He's angry. The anger is so big, it pains. “ "Should I recruit children into the kingdom's military?" "Should I send the fleets into neutral territory?" "Does this medal of honor go with that service ribbon?" "Will you marry me?" ” and it's out before he can stop it. He's only half-unsure where it comes from.
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