we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"I never thought I'd find myself here again either, in truth. It's come along quite a ways since the barrier, hasn't it?" Ronin says, glancing around the boutique as if the finery on display is evidence enough of the new life in the region. If he notices the stunned silence from the women, too, he doesn't give them a fraction of his attention, which is hopefully enough to drive the point home all by itself.
Letting out a low whistle as he does the math in his head, Ronin nods and winces at her. "Eight years," he repeats with a shake of his head. "Gods, has it really been so long? I'm doing well, yes - Remi and I are living back in Torchline these days. He's in the Grounds on Ludo business, and so I thought I'd see if I could get him something nice to make up for it." You know. The murders, and all.
"Are you shopping for anything in particular?"
Letting out a low whistle as he does the math in his head, Ronin nods and winces at her. "Eight years," he repeats with a shake of his head. "Gods, has it really been so long? I'm doing well, yes - Remi and I are living back in Torchline these days. He's in the Grounds on Ludo business, and so I thought I'd see if I could get him something nice to make up for it." You know. The murders, and all.
"Are you shopping for anything in particular?"
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
