[But Will keeps talking, making his own metaphor, and he does that thing where you shove the nearest food item into your face because it serves as some place to direct your feelings. Of course, when you're already overflowing with friendship magic that's making you emotionally honest for the first time in years, or possibly ever, adding more to the mix accomplishes less of the "eat your feelings" objective and more of, you know, actually engaging with this conversation and talking about his feelings. RIP in pieces.]
I don't...it ain't that I wanna blow them off.
[He does, and he doesn't. He does it less than he used to, especially here at the Bureau, where he's more or less stuck in proximity with everyone and therefore subject to Constantly building up those social links with no real ability to ghost.
He sighs.]
They were all there when I bit it, y'know. My old team. It wasn't supposed to be that way. Shit, cause of some universal bullshit, Arisato's from after me, and apparently the whole damn school was part of the memorial service, even though I ain't showed up in years.
[That comment about appreciating that Will wouldn't throw him a funeral before? Entirely literal. But that's the thing. Caring about not hurting them doesn't fix how he feels about himself, about living. He promised Qrow he'd try, but trying involves the possibility of failure.]
...Sure, it ain't permanent for us here, but look how fucked up everyone is about the people who died, anyway. I don't...want that again.
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[But Will keeps talking, making his own metaphor, and he does that thing where you shove the nearest food item into your face because it serves as some place to direct your feelings. Of course, when you're already overflowing with friendship magic that's making you emotionally honest for the first time in years, or possibly ever, adding more to the mix accomplishes less of the "eat your feelings" objective and more of, you know, actually engaging with this conversation and talking about his feelings. RIP in pieces.]
I don't...it ain't that I wanna blow them off.
[He does, and he doesn't. He does it less than he used to, especially here at the Bureau, where he's more or less stuck in proximity with everyone and therefore subject to Constantly building up those social links with no real ability to ghost.
He sighs.]
They were all there when I bit it, y'know. My old team. It wasn't supposed to be that way. Shit, cause of some universal bullshit, Arisato's from after me, and apparently the whole damn school was part of the memorial service, even though I ain't showed up in years.
[That comment about appreciating that Will wouldn't throw him a funeral before? Entirely literal. But that's the thing. Caring about not hurting them doesn't fix how he feels about himself, about living. He promised Qrow he'd try, but trying involves the possibility of failure.]
...Sure, it ain't permanent for us here, but look how fucked up everyone is about the people who died, anyway. I don't...want that again.