RONIN
THE SUPERNOVA
Ronin, with a handful of water halfway to his lips, can't help but jump a little at the sound of another voice. He doesn't drop the bucket, at least, turning sharply instead to regard the stranger. Listen, when there are void people walking around who are capable of killing him without breaking a sweat, you'd be a little on edge as well. Still, the sight of the somewhat innocuous stranger does soothe him a little, and he smiles down at the crystalline water.
"It doesn't look so bad," he admits. "Though I suppose you're right. Who knows what people have thrown into the well, hm?" Carefully letting the bucket back down into the wellhouse, the Nova wipes his hands on his pants and turns properly to the other man. "Ronin," he greets, holding out his hand to shake. "You don't happen to know where I could get a drink, do you?"
"It doesn't look so bad," he admits. "Though I suppose you're right. Who knows what people have thrown into the well, hm?" Carefully letting the bucket back down into the wellhouse, the Nova wipes his hands on his pants and turns properly to the other man. "Ronin," he greets, holding out his hand to shake. "You don't happen to know where I could get a drink, do you?"
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
