[ he's quiet, allowing jaune to speak -- and ozpin looks understanding, allowing himself to exhale slowly at the picture jaune is painting. ]

I can imagine not.

[ tiredly enough, quietly. still watching jaune. and he considers that, for a long moment, before continuing to speak. ]

It seems, though, that you have all managed to craft a life for yourselves here, judging from the conversations I have had with your classmates and friends. Despite the burdens of war at home, you have all managed to thrive.

[ which is truly what ozpin wanted. ]