we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Actively pouting at both Bastion and Lullaby as he's summarily told off (or, not exactly, but it certainly feels that way), Ronin grumbles his way around another very healthy sip of rum. If he feels any shame about not having been the bigger person in all this, it absolutely doesn't show; the Knight has very few chips left on his shoulders and he's been nursing this one for a while, for better or worse. "I will do my best," he tells them - both of them. "If anything, we should probably make dinner a regular thing. I imagine the more expected it becomes, the more I can give myself a kick up the ass."
Which, first of all, probably a good suggestion anyway, but also entirely more likely to happen anyway based on what Sunjata has to say next. With blue eyes widening, Ronin's cloudy expression clears into something more genuine and cheerful, and he raises his glass alongside Remi's. "Look at you go," he praises, laughing. "Congratulations - to new beginnings," he echoes. "Though for the record, I'd like to say both Jata and I have been put in our places by Safrin plenty of times, so I humbly request that we can sit that one out."
Which, first of all, probably a good suggestion anyway, but also entirely more likely to happen anyway based on what Sunjata has to say next. With blue eyes widening, Ronin's cloudy expression clears into something more genuine and cheerful, and he raises his glass alongside Remi's. "Look at you go," he praises, laughing. "Congratulations - to new beginnings," he echoes. "Though for the record, I'd like to say both Jata and I have been put in our places by Safrin plenty of times, so I humbly request that we can sit that one out."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
