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Ozpin's eyes narrowed when Robert failed to answer his question.  All the same, the act of evasion confirmed what Beacon's headmaster needed to know.  Not only was the boy capable of intelligent speech, but more likely than not he acutely remembered the dire turn of events that led up to the current situation.  Their weight on his conscience, implied by the obvious difficulty Robert encountered when attempting to make eye contact, hinted that his part in the woeful proceedings might be just as extensive as Grane indicated.  Eventually, Robert closed his eyes with his head held up, perhaps waiting to be struck by whatever Ozpin had to say.  No matter how pitiable a profile the boy made, though, the silver-haired scholar would not pull his punches.  This was a matter of life and death that commanded utmost seriousness, and should all allegations be accurate, due punishment.

“On your watch, your teammate Delta was lost.  Based on the testimony of your teammates, your actions played a substantial part in this horrific event.  As such, you have been temporarily stripped of your title as team leader.  I am here to hear from you every detail you can recall about the incident, and once your story is told, I will judge whether or not you are to be expelled from Beacon Academy.”  Ozpin let that linger for a moment so that the weight of his words might sink in.  “Of course, that's not the end of it.  If I determined that your actions did directly lead to Delta's presumed death, you will be handed over to Vale's authorities for an official trial and perhaps incarceration.  Needless to say, I expect you to be completely honest with me, Mr. Fallson.”  He turned his gaze to Trad.  “Mr. Oak, I would like you to remain here during the proceedings so that you may affirm the truth or weed out the falsehood in what your teammate has to say.”

With that, Ozpin's steely eyes returned to Robert.  No softness or humility remained in him; with his hands clasped in front of him upon his cane, and a frown on his face, he bore the countenance of a judge.  Of course, in this situation, a judge he was.