[Qrow takes it on reflex. He looks down on their faces, and for a moment, he can't breathe.
Qrow presses a hand to his face. He tries to steady himself. He tries to keep it together. He tries to be—better, stable, safe. But he isn't. He is less than a quarter of what he should be, and he doesn't know how to go forward when they are all gone.]
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Qrow presses a hand to his face. He tries to steady himself. He tries to keep it together. He tries to be—better, stable, safe. But he isn't. He is less than a quarter of what he should be, and he doesn't know how to go forward when they are all gone.]