we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"No, I can't." Or perhaps he just doesn't care to, because if there does exist a story like that, it only lends credibility to what seems like complete nonsense when considering the relationship between Jack and Flora. Tilting his head to rest it against Remi's, Ronin clasps him a little closer, as if he might be able to figure all of this out if only he loved the Bastion enough. "I don't even know if I'd want him to love her," the Knight admits with a dark furrow of his brow. "It's easier to get him to fuck off if he doesn't."
Huffing a sharp sigh, he shakes his head. "I know, I know - we can't do that." Look at what had happened only earlier that day. "It's the sort of thing I might have been able to talk to her about just a few hours ago," he mutters, as guilty as anything else. "Do you think she'll come around...?"
Huffing a sharp sigh, he shakes his head. "I know, I know - we can't do that." Look at what had happened only earlier that day. "It's the sort of thing I might have been able to talk to her about just a few hours ago," he mutters, as guilty as anything else. "Do you think she'll come around...?"
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
