I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Me neither," Ronin agrees with a ready smile. "I didn't want to say it, but it was quite nice to be challenged - and beaten." He crunches through the snow in step with his husband, having brushed himself off after landing in the Hollowed Grounds. Shivering only once as he realises just how cold the place is compared to Torchline, the Knight sidles closer to Remi and links their arms, as if they're two youths out on a date.
The other events of the tournament, though, are more than sobering enough to have his expression dropping. "Mm, I didn't expect to be involved in quite so many of the matches as I was." And in a healing capacity as well. "At least everyone was alright in the end." Even if Ronin has to shake the what-ifs from his bones - what if he hadn't been Vi's knight at the time of the tournament? What if no one had brought revivify feathers?
The other events of the tournament, though, are more than sobering enough to have his expression dropping. "Mm, I didn't expect to be involved in quite so many of the matches as I was." And in a healing capacity as well. "At least everyone was alright in the end." Even if Ronin has to shake the what-ifs from his bones - what if he hadn't been Vi's knight at the time of the tournament? What if no one had brought revivify feathers?
RONIN
