RONIN
the white knight
It's with a warm smile and a gentle raise of his eyebrows that Ronin silently challenges Koa's question - like with Anju, he doesn't have the answers to this. Only Flora does, and the dragoon knows full well that finding out is the harder path. "I think," the Knight hazards nonetheless, so the boy isn't left entirely hanging, "that she wants what most of us want. To feel as though she's worth it. That she's important. And not for five minutes or five hours or an evening. Not until the next best thing comes along. For the long haul."
And Ronin has been lucky enough to find that in his life; lucky enough to absolutely wish it for other people, especially his daughter.
"Talking is harder than swinging a sword," Ronin agrees with a scoff and a nod, already turning back to tie some more cheese to his impromptu fishing line, tossing it off the edge of the pier. "Bruises heal quick from swordplay - conversations tend to have lasting consequences." Sitting back up to face the water, he does flash a parting grin over his shoulder at Koa.
"I'm saying one of these things because I want to, and the other because I have to. Good luck, whatever happens. And if you hurt my daughter, I'll kill you."
And Ronin has been lucky enough to find that in his life; lucky enough to absolutely wish it for other people, especially his daughter.
"Talking is harder than swinging a sword," Ronin agrees with a scoff and a nod, already turning back to tie some more cheese to his impromptu fishing line, tossing it off the edge of the pier. "Bruises heal quick from swordplay - conversations tend to have lasting consequences." Sitting back up to face the water, he does flash a parting grin over his shoulder at Koa.
"I'm saying one of these things because I want to, and the other because I have to. Good luck, whatever happens. And if you hurt my daughter, I'll kill you."
