RONIN
the darkstar
Ronin doesn't need to respond; his agreement (and the corresponding guilt) resulting from Remi's statement will be felt keenly enough wherever they touch. Letting his head rest against the Lullaby's and frowning into the middle distance as they muddle and swim through other shoppers, most of them merfolk (and by they, of course it's primarily Remi), he takes his time in responding.
Sometimes I feel as though it's because we're not as... available as we could be, he admits. Like, I know they know we're there, and we'd help, but it isn't as though they could knock on our door, is it? And he can feel it twist in the pit of his stomach, the idea of giving up the hard-won peace they've carved out in the Cordillera, but... is it where they should be, these days?
Sometimes I feel as though it's because we're not as... available as we could be, he admits. Like, I know they know we're there, and we'd help, but it isn't as though they could knock on our door, is it? And he can feel it twist in the pit of his stomach, the idea of giving up the hard-won peace they've carved out in the Cordillera, but... is it where they should be, these days?
