I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
And I appreciate you all the more for it, much as I think I often deserve a slap across the face. Afterwards, anyway. Ronin is smiling already to think of their past - because it isn't all thorny, it isn't all pain - and as her hand ghosts across his cheek he leans into it unconsciously, greedy for the touch. His eyes lift back to her face, and for a moment he's that man back in the Glade, his expression one of awe and unfettered adoration, neither knowing nor understanding how such beauty has come to land before him--
And then she starts talking about Sunjata. Ronin blinks a couple of times, as if trying to find the new thread of conversation, and he nods gently once he's got it. "Of course I can," he murmurs. "And I... if I may ask, why is he stepping away? I don't understand why he would turn his back on Torchline." Or on you, goes unsaid.
And then she starts talking about Sunjata. Ronin blinks a couple of times, as if trying to find the new thread of conversation, and he nods gently once he's got it. "Of course I can," he murmurs. "And I... if I may ask, why is he stepping away? I don't understand why he would turn his back on Torchline." Or on you, goes unsaid.
RONIN
