[ Qrow remains silent as the trek continues, wondering if he should actually say something about himself. He's not in Remnant anymore, and it seems that the war he's longing to prevent won't be happening any time soon. Or at all. He really should loosen up.
... It's when he stops that he decides to answer, but it's more of a passing one than something that might garner a reply. ]
No. I got tired of living with murderers and thieves.
[ So... YEAH. THAT'S TOTALLY POSITIVE.
He approaches the trail of foot prints, following each one slowly. ]
If the vendor's safe and sound, I doubt we'd get money. [ WAIT, that's a horrible thing to say. He realises his quickly and laughs, flapping a hand dismissively. ] Nevermind. You're right.
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... It's when he stops that he decides to answer, but it's more of a passing one than something that might garner a reply. ]
No. I got tired of living with murderers and thieves.
[ So... YEAH. THAT'S TOTALLY POSITIVE.
He approaches the trail of foot prints, following each one slowly. ]
If the vendor's safe and sound, I doubt we'd get money. [ WAIT, that's a horrible thing to say. He realises his quickly and laughs, flapping a hand dismissively. ] Nevermind. You're right.