we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Appreciate it, Ronin says, and though even his mental voice is necessarily clipped given the circumstances, he does his best to pulse warmth and affection back through the bond to Remi. Descending lower until he can clip his way through the trees, swerving and tilting on the wing, the Knight does slow down somewhat - but not much.
Who would know, he almost whispers back to his husband as he goes, his thoughts uncharacteristically dark and selfish despite his position as a literal demigod of life. Leafchange is renowned for bringing out the worst in him, and whilst he (probably) wouldn't really leave Jack pale and broken for the crows, the man had died and so had his daughter, and he'll correlate those two pieces of information in whatever unfavourable light he deems fit.
As the first of the strange and glassy surfaces appear in his periphery, Ronin's wings flare enough to take him to the ground, where his feet are ready to catch him in a run. "Am I close?" he calls out, trusting his husband to respond either mentally or out loud.
Who would know, he almost whispers back to his husband as he goes, his thoughts uncharacteristically dark and selfish despite his position as a literal demigod of life. Leafchange is renowned for bringing out the worst in him, and whilst he (probably) wouldn't really leave Jack pale and broken for the crows, the man had died and so had his daughter, and he'll correlate those two pieces of information in whatever unfavourable light he deems fit.
As the first of the strange and glassy surfaces appear in his periphery, Ronin's wings flare enough to take him to the ground, where his feet are ready to catch him in a run. "Am I close?" he calls out, trusting his husband to respond either mentally or out loud.
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
