we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Shut up," Ronin hisses to Sunjata, for a moment sounding more like the boyish idiot who had spent his days sparring with the Flood in his boxing ring. "But also, yes, fine. I've got better things to do in Leafchange anyway than attend dinner parties." Like scowl at people walking on their beach, or threaten the mailman. It's a very busy time, you understand.
Leaving his arm comfortably stretched around the Bastion - Leafchange or not, that possessiveness never really changes - the Knight can't help but laugh his agreement about Flora. "Do you think she knows she's one of the dangerous people in Caido, with all of us at her beck and call?" he wonders, tilting his head between them. (She absolutely does, Ronin, you're just too much of an optimist to have noticed before now).
Leaving his arm comfortably stretched around the Bastion - Leafchange or not, that possessiveness never really changes - the Knight can't help but laugh his agreement about Flora. "Do you think she knows she's one of the dangerous people in Caido, with all of us at her beck and call?" he wonders, tilting his head between them. (She absolutely does, Ronin, you're just too much of an optimist to have noticed before now).
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
