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He doesn’t remember how he got here. Breathing hard, down on his hands and knees, Ozpin clutches blindy at the snow between his fingers. There’s so much blood. No matter how fast he runs there’s so much. Darkness. Grimm. Fire.
He blinks.
It’s gone. Again. For the moment.
Or is this the hallucination? It’s hard to tell even as he moves to right himself into a normal kneeling position, face pointed at the sky. A shudder runs through him. The urge to sob strongly tugs at his lungs, burning, but he suppresses it. No. He can’t fall apart.
Opening his eyes, Oz lets his gaze fall back down, catching on someone standing nearby. Her face is familiar- muddled with worry. The moment recognition dawns on the headmaster, is the moment he quickly staggers to his feet, smiling. Despite the extremely minute chance, he’s clearly hoping she hadn’t seen that, ah, moment of weakness- or if she did that he can smooth it over.
“E-Elizabeth, it’s so good to see you. I... It’s been a while,” the elder man starts, trying hard to focus on her face and not the creeping shadow in the corner of his eye. “When did you get back in the city?”
