Salem: Power — your greatest weakness and my strength. It is what divides the weak from the strong. And a lust for it, well that is a weakness that both Faunas and Humans alike share. Those with power enslave and bully those without it to gain more. The subjugated fight in hopes that they may one day possess it. And all the while as you kill one another to gain a single scrap of power — which in the end means nothing — the creatures of Grimm await. Sitting in the dark; their hunger growing ever stronger, and when you are weak and bloodied from the constant wars you wage, they move in for the kill. It is this weakness that gives me strength — your disunity which allows my own power to grow each and every passing day.
Ozpin: Ahh, but you are forgetting one thing — our compassion. A single act of kindness can lead to Hope, which holds the key that binds us together. Hope which makes the weak fight, and the strong stand their ground beside them. Hope has always been our best weapon against the darkness. So long as we have, it we can never lose.
A single spark of compassion, even in the darkest night, can ignite a raging flame of Hope. My Guardians will never allow that Flame of Hope to die for with hope even someone whose soul is broken can rise from the dirt and defend that light which we hold so dear.