[ he knows at her expression what she's about to say, and he immediately takes half a step forward. his heart aches for her -- pyrrha, arguably his best and brightest, murdered for a destiny that she didn't even choose for herself.
her death is his fault. point blank. and he's been steadily shoving that aside to focus on his other students, but seeing pyrrha herself has brought it back to the surface, in a crushing way. this is his fault. and even moreso, because had he just stopped cinder --
he's silent before taking another step forward, and he extends an arm, his own expression very clearly showing his own distress, and he asks, quietly -- ]
May I?
[ she, above all else, looks like she probably needs a hug, but ozpin has been training soldiers for far too long to automatically assume students are alright within having their personal space invaded without clearance. ]
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her death is his fault. point blank. and he's been steadily shoving that aside to focus on his other students, but seeing pyrrha herself has brought it back to the surface, in a crushing way. this is his fault. and even moreso, because had he just stopped cinder --
he's silent before taking another step forward, and he extends an arm, his own expression very clearly showing his own distress, and he asks, quietly -- ]
May I?
[ she, above all else, looks like she probably needs a hug, but ozpin has been training soldiers for far too long to automatically assume students are alright within having their personal space invaded without clearance. ]