let me go

"I meant it, you know. We shouldn't work together anymore. My Semblance will only hurt you."

"And I meant it, too; I want to stand by your side. And," Clover posits, staring thoughtfully at the elder across the cargo hold, "you can't let me go; you're already pretty lucky to have won me over. My luck will always save the day."

"And if it runs out?"

Clover smiles, as confident as sunshine, completely nonplussed. The events of the evening are already passed. "Then I'll have to step up to the plate to make it a fair game with fate then, won't I?"

And Qrow can only laugh, for he wishes he could be as optimistic, but he has been burned far too many times before- and yet, with Clover's hand in his, he gives in, for he knows that Clover means every word.

-fin-