we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"You make room for it," Ronin agrees softly. "The pain never gets any smaller, you just learn to grow around it." Which is true for a lot of things, but especially for grief. Giving her a brief squeeze before letting her go, it's good at least to hear that she's happy to move onwards and upwards, even if that particular venture will begin with cleaning up trash from Longnight.
Nodding his agreement and waving farewell to the kids still playing soccer, he follows Aurelia over to the ramshackle building, wrinkling his nose at all the debris. A second Ronin - his projection - steps out and away so it might go and procure a cart to get rid of the bulkier pieces that can't be burned; the Knight himself gets to work gathering the rubbish from around the wooden planks the Fireheart moves.
"Remi and I are doing very well," he says, a warm smile flooding his expression at the mere thought of his husband, though it turns slightly more stern as Safrin's name hits the air. "I... am not actually her demigod any more," he says. "Vi took me under his wing. He's my patron now."
Nodding his agreement and waving farewell to the kids still playing soccer, he follows Aurelia over to the ramshackle building, wrinkling his nose at all the debris. A second Ronin - his projection - steps out and away so it might go and procure a cart to get rid of the bulkier pieces that can't be burned; the Knight himself gets to work gathering the rubbish from around the wooden planks the Fireheart moves.
"Remi and I are doing very well," he says, a warm smile flooding his expression at the mere thought of his husband, though it turns slightly more stern as Safrin's name hits the air. "I... am not actually her demigod any more," he says. "Vi took me under his wing. He's my patron now."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
