I will fight the end
Ronin expects many things from the Flood in that moment, from having his hand shrugged away to his drink smashed against the side of his head, and to have none of the more obvious outcomes play out is as surprising as it is relieving. Indeed, at Sunjata's question the Supernova can't help but scoff out a soft laugh, giving the other man's shoulder a squeeze as if he might be able to press the tension out of it, before letting his arm drop back to his side.
"I have survived much worse things than receiving a letter from you," he points out with a crooked grin directed at the heart of the bonfire. "The war is over. We are just... demigods of Safrin and Frey. And last I checked, I'm still allowed to pick my own friends." For better or for worse, as it might happen. "The offer is there, anyway. I'm down from the Cordillera more often these days, so if you do want to touch base, it's more doable than you might think."
"I have survived much worse things than receiving a letter from you," he points out with a crooked grin directed at the heart of the bonfire. "The war is over. We are just... demigods of Safrin and Frey. And last I checked, I'm still allowed to pick my own friends." For better or for worse, as it might happen. "The offer is there, anyway. I'm down from the Cordillera more often these days, so if you do want to touch base, it's more doable than you might think."
'til the end is here
