"That's reasonable, planning for the long term would you be willing to let us monitor things more closely to try to better understand your reincarnation process should it come to that? That would involve you wearing an item which would serve as a locus for scans should you be severely injured and giving us permission to immediately track the new individual you become attached to and dispatching a similar locus to that location."

"I will need to think on it, but the answer is likely yes. Obviously, given the technology you have available, the optimal outcome is that I never need to invoke this process again. But needs must prepare for the worst." 

"Nothing is a guaranteed protection against accident or malice but we will do our best to ensure that you are able to avoid triggering your reincarnation. I expect we will also offer the option to whoever you reincarnate into to preserve themselves unaltered in the dream or in a body like the one I wear that doesn't interact with Aura in the same ways."

"If it can be done without further harm...some I have known might have wished it. Thank you." 

"One member of the Atlesian military with an activated Aura agreed to be temporarily embodied in something like the body I wear. Both that and their eventual transfer back into a biological body appear to have matched our expectations, insofar as the behavior of their Aura are concerned. And you're welcome. Thank for being willing to talk about this. I know it must be a difficult topic."

"I saw the report. It represents heartening progress." Ozpin sips from his ever-present mug of coffee, at this point no longer steaming. "One grows accustomed to difficult topics after a while, but some never really become easy." 

"If they did I think it would mean we had lost something."

"Indeed."

"Still, I expect, the difficult topics will become more infrequent with time. And at least for the moment, I think this particular difficult discussion is at a close."

Not long thereafter, a cowled figure stalks Death in the mountains of Mantle. 

With their magic it's actually easier to find people who live isolated lives than those in large communities. Atlas's information, vague as it was, is more than enough to uniquely identify the person Ozpin suggested.

Riley may be arrogant but she's not so arrogant as to attempt to startle someone just because she can. Her transpose leaves her half a kilometer away and she hikes the rest of the distance even if she usually prefers flying in hard terrain like this.

The individual in question is currently battling a half-dozen winged Grimm - make that five, actually, there goes one's head - using a pair of handheld kamas. What appears to be Gravity Dust in the weapons powers an elaborate sequence of swift aerial maneuvers. 

Well it would be a shame to interrupt her fun. Riley silently works with her context to be ready to remove the Grimm if that becomes necessary but otherwise just watches until the woman is done.

Which takes a surprisingly short time, all told. As the last Grimm disintegrates into soot and bone, the figure lands gracefully and turns its head in Riley's direction. 

"Nice work. I don't think I've ever seen anyone use gravity dust quite like that."

"I'm not just anyone. What do you want?" The voice is soft, unhurried, but with a guarded edge to it. 

"I'm Riley Clearsky an Explorer with Starlight. I'm here on the suggestion of Ozpin from Beacon to learn more about the magic of the Silver Eyes. We think it might be helpful to solving the problem of the Grimm in the long-term."

"Starlight. Pretty name. I've heard good things about that name, in Atlas and Mantle. But you'll forgive me if I don't take your word that you are who you say you are." 

"Smart." She casually starts floating in the air. "What evidence would you accept?"

"Neat trick. Got any more? I hear Starlight reps have plenty. Like teleportation, for instance." 

"Just me?" She transposes 3 meters to one side, "Or would you like me to take you somewhere? There's a whole world out there." A small slightly translucent globe appears above her outstretched hand.

"I like it here, thank you. Hmmmm..." she glances down, then, with the blade of her weapon, flips a small rock towards Riley. "Catch." 

It stops abruptly midair in front of Riley and she lazily reaches out to pluck it from where it floats.

"Oops. Mind if I have that back?" 

"Sure," she makes a lazy gesture and the stone flies far faster than it would of she had actually thrown it. It's aimed directly at Maria's weapon. When it goes close enough it abruptly slows down and begins to orbit the shaft slowly.