THE SUN LIES LOW ON THE HORIZON , its light pouring over ozpin’s frame as the sky paints his office a deep red . his gaze is fixed upon all that rests below him , a mournful and longing tug rising in his chest as the pieces of this carefully - crafted kingdom account themselves along with all that he has wrought . the individual soul that resides within him is nothing more than a time bomb , ticking until it bursts with brilliance on a whim that suits it and fading , later , to dust . this process is one that he is familiar with , but what he will leave behind , now , are things that he does not truly wish to part with : the bonds that have come to define him , that have come to bring him joy . these are the things , the relationships that ground him to the present , and they are what prevent him to desire to move forward ---- she being one of the two that he holds dearest .
❛ glynda , ❜ he says , his back turned to her and his words resonating , strong , though weary , ❛ there is something that i’ve been meaning to address with you . ❜