RONIN
the white knight
"Hmm," Ronin says, enigmatic and unhelpful rolled into one as Koa begins, and the Knight gazes back at the ocean as Pip scampers away and the dragoon settles himself and continues. Taking a moment to sit himself up properly and to untie the line from his toe - catching a fish would be an unwelcome distraction from this conversation, he feels - the Knight finally turns to face the younger man properly.
"Once or twice," he says readily, because it's the truth. "When my daughter died. Again when I almost lost my husband to my own stupidity. It's a sobering feeling, certainly." He nods at the other man as if to tell him to expand on it, if he wishes to. Ronin already knows some of it, of course, coloured as it might be by Flora's perception, and whilst he does sort of want to shake Koa by the scruff, he knows better than to do so before he's heard all sides of things.
"Once or twice," he says readily, because it's the truth. "When my daughter died. Again when I almost lost my husband to my own stupidity. It's a sobering feeling, certainly." He nods at the other man as if to tell him to expand on it, if he wishes to. Ronin already knows some of it, of course, coloured as it might be by Flora's perception, and whilst he does sort of want to shake Koa by the scruff, he knows better than to do so before he's heard all sides of things.
