RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
Leaving her to pen her responses and waiting until he spots the tiny heart that heralds the end of the correspondence (he assumes, anyway), Ronin rubs a hand across his face as the knowledge of just how deep Flora's love for the captain goes makes itself so readily apparent. Not wanting to hear the ugly details of her death - and Jack's, he supposes - but needing to nonetheless, the Knight swallows hard and straightens up where he's been standing at the end of the bed.
"This is war," he says softly. "One way or another, they've just started a war. It might not be with Caido yet, but it's with me." And with Remi, too, he has little doubt. Which, some might argue, is probably worse, because there won't be much in the way of organisation, of strategy, of waiting when it comes to the Knight's temper. All he cares about is the safety of his children. Once that's guaranteed, he'll be going right for The Family's throat.
"This is war," he says softly. "One way or another, they've just started a war. It might not be with Caido yet, but it's with me." And with Remi, too, he has little doubt. Which, some might argue, is probably worse, because there won't be much in the way of organisation, of strategy, of waiting when it comes to the Knight's temper. All he cares about is the safety of his children. Once that's guaranteed, he'll be going right for The Family's throat.
show me your darkness.
