hometown heroes

"And why on earth would you want to do that?" Ronin asks, sounding incredulous, and even though he doesn't glance up from the snow, there's a knowing little smile on his face. "You're one of the least paranoid people I know, Sunjata. You don't need a silly item to help you out." He's drawn up to stand with the other man now, reaching out to give his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I hope it helps," he adds softly, letting the Flood step forward to dig his weird little grave. Ronin, usually quick to step forward and help, can't find it in himself to move as they continue to talk about his dangerous shift and the unhealthy steps he's absolutely going to take in order not to hurt anyone with it. And he can at least see his friend's offer for what it is, the Huntsman forcing his shoulders to relax as he finally glances up at Jata. "I'll keep that in mind," he says with a smile. "Thank you. When you're done here, shall we head into the Citadel for a drink?" RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving