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Plank SinatraOswald Connoly- Infirmary
Oswald was thoroughly chastised by Diamond as she shot down his actions during their mission. As much as he hated to admit it, she was right. They shouldn't have underestimated those Ratatosks, despite their low classification. While he was right about them not presenting mortal danger, they had managed to strip the team of most of their gear. Gear which could have helped them immensely later on. Oswald could think of a few uses for his Dust crystals during the back half of the mission.
It was yet another mistake that weighed on his mind. Had he not spoken up, the team likely would have sent those Ratatosks running, filled with bullets, shut, and Dust wounds. He had, though. They might have been able to handle the Grimm that might have come in response. They might have been together for the rest of their mission. Things might have gone differently.
He wasn't sure if it mattered at this point, frankly. There was a lesson to be learned, and that was the most important thing. "I'll be the first to admit that you're right, not that it makes any difference. I'd be willing to work with other teams on combat tactics, as well. We don't have much in the way of synergy, aside from what little you and I worked with on that first mission of ours, as doomed as that was." It was days like this that he really missed his old team. Being able to move while knowing that somebody not only had your back, but would be moving to complement your attack.
Emerald and the new cat Faunus were trying his concentration, however adorable their conversation was. He understood that Emerald wanted to move past what had happened, maybe even forget it completely, but their team was hardly an effective fighting unit. They couldn't work together if they didn't have this conversation.
He wasn't going to say anything, though. They all had enough stress to worry about at the moment.