The stupid, childish thought comes into Qrow's head. I don't want to.

He doesn't want to look at somewhere he has lost. He doesn't want to listen to something with the voice of those he can never hear again. He doesn't want to have that in his hand, and then be forced to let go.

A door appears in front of them, and Qrow realizes: it's the way out. He exhales in relief. "Looks like it isn't." Thank fuck.

Qrow is opening that door and getting the hell out of here before the simulation changes its mind.