RONIN
And thus Ronin finds himself yet again in the push-me-pull-you game of being in Safrin's presence, and the tempest within the Nova riles between resentment and longing. He straightens and stiffens as she steps from the window, and yet feels further away than ever before.
"I gave myself to you the last time we saw one another," he says, bullied on the defensive. And whether he came out of the encounter with his life thanks to Safrin's self-control or because of sheer dumb luck is no longer something certain in his mind.
"How many more times will you offer that path to me?" he wonders. "My answer will always be no, but if you don't want me anymore--" He hesitates here, as if afraid that is the crux of the situation, "--well, that would be different."
"I gave myself to you the last time we saw one another," he says, bullied on the defensive. And whether he came out of the encounter with his life thanks to Safrin's self-control or because of sheer dumb luck is no longer something certain in his mind.
"How many more times will you offer that path to me?" he wonders. "My answer will always be no, but if you don't want me anymore--" He hesitates here, as if afraid that is the crux of the situation, "--well, that would be different."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
