[He kept walking--.] Ya gotta be kidding me..

Hey!

[Sigh.] No, you don't okay? Now leave me alone. [This part of the encounter is probably the bell-ringer.]

// Everybody who woke up during the drama:

So what, huh? I get it. I was an asshole.

[Sigh.] Part of me wishes I did, though.

For everything, man. I was... to proud of who I was. Had no care about what I was doing to others. Now look at me now. Nothing but a drunk wreck of a Huntsman. Hell, I bet old friend Jaune's licensed now--.

Yeah, sure... I still don't get how we are somehow having this friendly conversation.

Are you sure? Downright nice isn't pulling on a faunus' ears, blackmailing someone into dumping tree sap on their friends, or constantly try to tower over a Schnee.

So you're that special after all?

Can monkeys fly now? Yeah, right.

No, I don't have any brothers named Dean nor Sam.

...Yeah? That wasn't an explosion?

[Looks into her eyes and squints.] So that fairy tale is real...

I guess they were all part of the History books, then.

He's just sitting on the sidewalk looking like a hobo, eating a slice of pizza. Unaware of the reader's presence.

[Visible confusion.]

Mornin'.