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Section 1 - “Qrow”   

Qrow sits within the Medical Director's Office with Sinclair, looking at the photo taken of him. Looking... at peace? He hasn't felt like that forever. His time before this was always so violent, was always so... chaotic. There was moments where was able to be at peace and it was quite enjoyable. He feels... calm. Qrow. He loves it when he can take his mask off, he feels more like himself. After he looked at the picture Sinclair took, he felt quite happy. A feeling of freedom without his mask, being... him. Being Qrow. He loved it, he loved the picture but he had to pocket it. He informed Dr. Sinclair of the amnesticization that was required to take place. With her compliance, he Class-C'd her of his face, just for security reasons. A feeling of want went through his mind, wanting to feel free again. Wanting to let people know his face, to let people know him. There's a often displeasure he feels whenever he places that mask back on. It takes a few minutes for it to kick in, but he switches. Something in his mind switches and he forgets everything he cares or cared for, everything he wants, everything he desires... Qrow walks to his bunks, looking at the image he had stored in his pocket. Now in a secure room, he removes his mask once more. He stares at the image before pulling out a small hand held mirror to look at himself. He felt... two faced. Nothing felt right, why? Was this mask, this conditioning, this "training" what took him... from himself? It feels abnormal, it doesn't feel right. Qrow sits down and cries, the room empty... he just cries. Letting it all out, no-one will ever know. Qrow trusted one person, and they are gone. They've been gone. What is he going to do with himself now?

Section 2 - “Crow”

Qrow after letting some tears out, feels weak. He didn't feel like himself, he didn't feel that power he usually does. He'd wipe his face from the tears, grabbing onto his headgear and placing it back on. He pulled his rifle to the front of him, beginning to walk out of his bunks. Something within him, randomly, changed. He forgets everything he fears, everything he desires, everything Qrow wants. Crow felt sick, something happened and it wasn't under his own control. He hated him. To rid himself of him is a desire Crow wants. To feel like one of them, to feel... above everything. To kill them all. When did this all change? Crow doesn't care when it did, but he's happy it did. Happy's a defining word, not his feeling. He's angry, Crow is always mad. It's difficult to really care what happens to people. Although he is ready to die for his people, he doesn't really care like he once did. 'Twin' cared, 'Twin' fought for them. 'Twin' would have done whatever he needed to in order to protect one of his own. Now? Maybe not so much, it's not fully there. There's something lacking within him and he doesn't enjoy it. He's not happy, he's pleased. Crow does what he's told, he'll keep trying. He doesn't mind what happens around him... but sometimes Qrow gets the best of him, and he just wants the mask off. He's split, he's not himself. Crow wants to win, but Qrow is him. Crow hates him... Crow wants to be the one, the only one. A blank minded self, he doesn't want any of this to occur. He just wants the mission done, and progression into /// //////// ///// and // //// /////////. Crow will get his chance, Crow will get his opportunity. Crow.

Section 3 - “M̷̱̗̀̈͜e̵̛̳͓̓̔”

As much as it feels weird, I wish those two would get along. I hate watching from the back, I hate watching from afar. It feels... like I am just watching two people argue. These two are the same people, just different goals. Regardless of what they may believe, they need each other. Crow can't do it on his own, Qrow is afraid of being alone. Crow needs that piece of him to keep himself sane, he is that sane part. Qrow is scared, he's lonely, as much as he hates Crow, he needs him in order to feel like someone is there with him. It always feels like everyone is against us, but it's not the case. We can't get over that feeling and I don't think we ever will. Whatever happens, happens.  Us three will get there, we will finally get what we want. Some peace, success, dominance and silence. No matter who we have to talk to in order to get through it, no matter who we have to use to continue, no matter who we have to ş̵̪͖̂̌̋̈́a̴͎̭̱͖͆c̵̹͉͐r̸̛̘̣͍̔͐͒͝i̸̧̳̎͛͝͠f̸͔͎͕̟̃́̀͗i̸̢̠̬̾ͅĉ̶̦̟̥̖̹̄̔͝ḙ̸̢̥̗͎̄ to win. We will do what we have to, I hope us three can be a family again. I'm feeling quite happy with the progression we are having. Though, I often question. Why are us three seperated? I know there are mental diagnosis for these type of things... but it doesn't feel like it's... "that". What is it? What is making me feel this way? What's making him feel that way? What's making him feel that way? Can you tell me? You can tell me, right? I have to go, talk to you later!

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