RONIN
the darkstar
"And I hope it is very proud," Ronin says, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice as his gaze drops back into his half-drunk cup of tea. Quite when his cheeks have become wet he doesn't know, but there's no point hiding his emotions from Mort of all people. Especially to hear a love story mirrored in the voice and experiences of a god. Of the god, when it came to endings and rest, to wheels coming full circle.
"Relatable? Perhaps not. I am not sure how I feel, knowing that the things we struggle with go beyond the mortal." Or mostly mortal, in the case of the Remis and Ronins of the world. Taking another sip of tea and wiping at his cheeks with the back of his hand, it's with a surprised expression that he glances back up at Mort, racking his brain.
"I... yes, I believe so. He had other shifts, softer ones, before he was a demigod. But Ludo took those. Hawk, manticore, kraken..." Even wraith and ifrit. All of them feed a predator's soul, and with each addition, the alchemist has grown more frayed.
"Relatable? Perhaps not. I am not sure how I feel, knowing that the things we struggle with go beyond the mortal." Or mostly mortal, in the case of the Remis and Ronins of the world. Taking another sip of tea and wiping at his cheeks with the back of his hand, it's with a surprised expression that he glances back up at Mort, racking his brain.
"I... yes, I believe so. He had other shifts, softer ones, before he was a demigod. But Ludo took those. Hawk, manticore, kraken..." Even wraith and ifrit. All of them feed a predator's soul, and with each addition, the alchemist has grown more frayed.
