trust
/trʌst/
noun
1. firm belief in the reliability, truth, or ability of someone or something.
"relations have to be built on trust"
The afternoon passed by in what felt like a flash as Oscar told Qrow his story, though the quickly setting sun and near empty bottle of whisky stated otherwise.
Qrow has sat silently throughout most of his retelling of the events leading to him becoming displaced in time, only speaking up to clarify a few points or to occasionally ask for Additional details.
Now though, Qrow's silence sat heavily as he contemplated everything he had been told… all the information Ozpin had never told him, the fates of the kids under his protection, his sister and the rest of Remnant…
It was a lot to take in, and he seemed to be taking it rather well- definitely better than he had the last time he'd been informed of much of this information, Oscar rubbed at his cheek at the memory.
The one and only time Qrow had made him feel anything less than safe…
"That was a lot, and I'm still trying to process most of it, but I guess the gist of it is that your timeline was basically fucked and you coming back here is a hard reset?"
"Essentially, yes."
Qrow tipped what was left in the bottle into his glass before picking it up and swirling it. "So, what's the plan? I assume you have one."
Folding his hands and sitting back in his chair, Oscar met Qrow's eyes and nodded. "There is no great plan, I've given up on trying to make the pieces all fall into place perfectly, right now I'm just taking things one catastrophic event at a time."
"I have to make sure the battle at Haven doesn't happen, that is my primary goal at the moment. Cinder and Raven can not enter the Vault of Spring, the Relic of Knowledge can not be released! It caused so much pain and anguish last time it was unleashed… I can't allow that to happen again."
"I have hired someone to look into Raven and the tribe, they will let me know when Salem sends her people to meet with your sister and we will be able to plan our defense accordingly. Aside from that, our main focus should be getting the children into fighting shape while keeping off of Leonardo's radar as best as possible."
"Makes sense. What can I do to help?"
At this question Oscar looked away, "There is only one way for you to help me at this time…"
"What is it?"
"I need you to trust me. Trust me more than you ever have before… because what I'm going to ask of you is going to seem cruel and terrible after everything I just told you."
Qrow put his glass down, his expression serious. "I trust Oz with my life, he's asked me to do a lot of terrible things while working for him and they have always been for the greater good. Whatever it is, I'll do it."
"I need you to forget, Qrow. I need you to let me temporarily replace your memories of almost everything Ozpin ever told you."
"The children are not ready to know the truth, it's too much too soon… and I don't want you to have to lie to them, and my story will be more convincing if they are certing you believe it too"
"Oz…" Qrow spoke, his voice soft as his voice filled with pain.
Oscar placed his hands over Qrow's, his own eyes pleading, "Please Qrow. I trust you more than I do any other person on all of Remnant and I'm asking you to have faith in me and a plan I can not fully explain to you one more time and forget."