RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
"I promise, Flora." He isn't happy about it, and Remi won't be either, but gods at this point the fact that she's even speaking to them is enough for Ronin to give her whatever she needs in the moment. Which, as it happens right now, is a pen. "You made it out of there. This won't happen again," he mutters, practically to himself as he passes her the parchment and gets to his feet, not needing to ask to know who the message is from. At least Jack hasn't made him a liar by dying, and fine, he gets a couple of points for asking if she's alright.
"Here..." Having been getting a pen from one of the drawers in their kitchenette, he returns to Flora's side to hand it to her, as well as a hardback book for her to lean on. "Don't go writing novels now, okay? You need to rest." It's with a weak smile that he looks over her, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I'm glad you're still with us, Flora."
"Here..." Having been getting a pen from one of the drawers in their kitchenette, he returns to Flora's side to hand it to her, as well as a hardback book for her to lean on. "Don't go writing novels now, okay? You need to rest." It's with a weak smile that he looks over her, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I'm glad you're still with us, Flora."
show me your darkness.
