let me go
The grief in Clover's voice is sincere. "I- I didn't now. Qrow, I-" He coughs, winces, sighs as his Aura dances briefly across his skin, too weak to do anything useful.
Qrow receives confirmation that the medics are on the way with the prisoner transport vessel at last. Those words flashing upon his Scroll are the trigger- just like that, he can no longer maintain any semblance of calm, feeling tears welling up in his eyes unbidden, his years of experience falling away, making him feel just as fresh and new and unprepared as a rookie, as he realizes the truth.
This will be the end of them, won't it?
