let me go
"I'm so sorry, Clover," he breathes, cursing silently as his voice hitches, "but you can't do this anymore."
"Do what?" Clover's eyes are creased, brow furrowed from the pain that is undoubtedly ailing him with every breath, but he still keeps a smile on his face.
Qrow hates it- hates that he has grown to love that optimism, grown to adore that positivity, grown to look forward to days spent fighting by the other man's side.
He hates that he has grown attached.
"You can't go on missions with me anymore. This is proof- my Semblance is too strong. We're done."
