you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
"Thank you," Ronin says earnestly as he accepts the compass back from her. "If you need anything from either of us, just write. Letters always find us." Reaching across, he gives her shoulder a warm squeeze, before it's back to digging post holes and Phoebe is flickering away across the bank. The Huntsman doesn't comment on it (he doesn't need to, his expression says enough that he's impressed), and it's with a small smile to himself that he continues his work.
For his part, there's no teleporting needed; another Ronin simply appears beside Phoebe, offering her a nod before taking up another shovel to keep digging. The manual labour feels good in a way he hasn't expected; it's a reminder of how simple things can be now. No war, no relics. Just bridge building.
Ronin uses his duplicate to dig another hole on the other side of the river!
For his part, there's no teleporting needed; another Ronin simply appears beside Phoebe, offering her a nod before taking up another shovel to keep digging. The manual labour feels good in a way he hasn't expected; it's a reminder of how simple things can be now. No war, no relics. Just bridge building.
Ronin uses his duplicate to dig another hole on the other side of the river!
RONIN
