RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I would never ask you to compromise yourself," Ronin murmurs, though he does offer a small nod and a smile to have apparently found himself in Darkeye's good books. "This world and its gods might have made me into a weapon, but I'm not a natural warmonger," he agrees, rubbing self-consciously at the back of his neck.
Which is what makes the other man's next question somewhat difficult to answer. It takes a few moments for Ronin to realise what Darkeye is referring to, but when he does, his cheeks flush with a mix of anger, grief and shame. "If it is all the same, I'd prefer not to discuss it in detail," he murmurs. "I had just discovered my daughter - barely a toddler - had been killed, and I believed Remi was dead as well. I took my anger out on the Temple in the Hollowed Grounds."
He shrugs uncomfortably. "I helped to rebuild it later, under Safrin's guidance. She saved me because I am her demigod - that's all I can assume."
Which is what makes the other man's next question somewhat difficult to answer. It takes a few moments for Ronin to realise what Darkeye is referring to, but when he does, his cheeks flush with a mix of anger, grief and shame. "If it is all the same, I'd prefer not to discuss it in detail," he murmurs. "I had just discovered my daughter - barely a toddler - had been killed, and I believed Remi was dead as well. I took my anger out on the Temple in the Hollowed Grounds."
He shrugs uncomfortably. "I helped to rebuild it later, under Safrin's guidance. She saved me because I am her demigod - that's all I can assume."
show me your darkness.
