I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Letting out a chuckle, Ronin relaxes against the bench and regards Sohalia properly, itching at the stubble on his chin. "It's alright - it's been almost two years since I was around," he says, waving off her compliment with a bashful sort of smile. "I've done both good and bad in my time," he murmurs. "But I did my best with Stormbreak." Not that it had been easy, in the turbulent time before the war.
Talk of his son is much easier for them both, apparently, the Supernova's blue eyes growing warmer as he nods. "That's right - do you know him?" he asks, before clarifying with a sudden laugh, "And if you do know him and he has scorned you in any way, I'm very sorry on his behalf." He's never sure if knowing Mateo means someone is a firm friend of the botanist's, or whether he's thrown up in their sink on a night out.
Talk of his son is much easier for them both, apparently, the Supernova's blue eyes growing warmer as he nods. "That's right - do you know him?" he asks, before clarifying with a sudden laugh, "And if you do know him and he has scorned you in any way, I'm very sorry on his behalf." He's never sure if knowing Mateo means someone is a firm friend of the botanist's, or whether he's thrown up in their sink on a night out.
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