[Yes. Magic that controls the winds, draws down lightning, sparks fire from nothing and reshapes the world. Magic that turns men into crows and merges souls, magic that gifts and curses in turn. Magic as a warm green light in his chest and sadness in an old friend's eyes.
Qrow peers over Da Vinci's shoulder, checking out the writing in it.]
From fairytales and the like, sure. But this occult crap? This looks like the cheap drama they throw into fantasy series when it isn't obvious enough who the bad guy is.
[It's a lie out of habit. Out of deference to a man who no longer exists. He has been Ozpin's spy for so long, it is second nature to live remembering that it's easier to share information later than take it back.]
Here... Here, magic is something I'd take seriously.
[He doesn't like what these books are starting to suggest.]
no subject
Qrow peers over Da Vinci's shoulder, checking out the writing in it.]
From fairytales and the like, sure. But this occult crap? This looks like the cheap drama they throw into fantasy series when it isn't obvious enough who the bad guy is.
[It's a lie out of habit. Out of deference to a man who no longer exists. He has been Ozpin's spy for so long, it is second nature to live remembering that it's easier to share information later than take it back.]
Here... Here, magic is something I'd take seriously.
[He doesn't like what these books are starting to suggest.]